boy, girl, and bull balls

our son and daughter
are coming home soon
they've been floating on a cloud
as long as we've felt under one
all of us waiting
waiting
waiting
to be together

son and daughter
squared
for us

found an awesome maternity store
finally had sizes suitable for me
enough larges
as I outgrew medium in such a short time
smalls in half that,
I'm told I'll outgrow larges not too far down the line
and by the end
it seems I'll just have to walk around naked

Honey won't mind

I just want them healthy
and big
when they join us on the outside of me

it's creepy seeing a tabloid
written by people I've never even spoken to,
pretend they know my due date--
they don't

I am getting the weirdest free stuff in the mail;
why do people with enough money
get all the free stuff?

...so we are filling the boxes
to go to the shelters
first thing in there:
some silly band that was to wrap around my waist
and cover my popping belly button
"hide your popped button!"
or some asinine suggestion

so much seems to target
the should-be-shame
of us women:
our curves
our softness
our thighs, hips
being pregnant naturally
without needing to disguise
nature's course on our body

my ass will spread
even more
my hips will widen
even more
my stretch marks will multiply
adding to the pubescent ones,
and I will sit with my legs spread
as if I have the balls of a bull
(which I have)

I will not be the best dressed pregnant woman
I will not cross my legs when I sit
I will need help getting up from my seats
I will love being pregnant
naturally
naturally
naturally

and then we will welcome
our son and daughter

we've been waiting
and waiting
and waiting....