"I will become a mother!" -
Again involuntarily
I try the phrase to taste,
I'm so pleased with the new role,
That I'm afraid of losing her.
I walk along the street with caution.
I feed myself on the yummy.
Already secretly looking for a stroller
And I see my child in it.
All of a sudden accidentally,
But I'm happy with the joy.
His little secret
While with no one will share.
But worries, however, a little.
How to be? You give me advice:
I have eight months left,
And wait already for patience is not!
