Friday, January 14, 2011

Oh, Motherhood.

16 weeks symptom and photo update coming later. I have a midwife appointment today that I want to get some answers from first, plus the USN likes to make my husband sleep on his ship every so often, so there was no one to take my photo last night. Boo.

I came across this much posted poem the other day, and I think that i will make a print for myself for the nursery (If I can't find some cute print ready made on Etsy.)

Babies Don't Keep

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

16 weeks, 1 day along

...and I hope that I can live the spirit of this poem.