My new pastime is watching my stomach

It’s better than watching anything on Netflix 

In fact, that’s another subscription we cancelled 

So when I sit on the couch I watch my pouch

It’s got more activity than ever 

And looks like a little mound 

There’s jabs, there’s twitches, there’s flutters 

And on the margins (?gutters?) you can see elbows 

There’s all kinds of bulges that come and go 

And more interactive than TV, if you feel, there’s bones!

This spectacle even keeps me up at night

When I lie on my side 

There’s one to keep me company 

All the time she abides 

I consider how it’s quite something 

I think of not hall of famers but all the mamas that came before 

The countless hers that never got glamour 

I think to carry a life is harder than carrying a football 

As we sit just outside fall 

She inches closer to the size of a pumpkin 

I’m drawing up my game plan

I admit I’ve got a little bit of anxiety 

I’m gonna put it down so I can pick up some gumption 

I’m moving on to motherhood 

The bumper sticker said there’s no other hood like it 

Yeah, I’m excited 

Watching, nourishing, reading the pouch 

Till she comes out 

Believing I’ve got this despite what the cost is 

The Creator is on our side 

Within us both, the great Storyteller abides 

As the crepe myrtles will soon shiver 

I once again feel my stomach quiver 

I look forward to crisp fall 

Not because of football 

But because of new life in my stomach (uterus)

More miraculous than anything on the screen

Or even my restless mind that gleans 

Oh, another kick! Pre-autumn bliss!