Henry's upcoming promotion

On Tuesday, I wrote a Haiku poem.

Well (*clears throat*) technically, I wrote 20 separate poems thinking that it qualified as one, due to the fact that the subject matter is in a somewhat sequential order. However, after further investigation I realized that after 17 syllables, the poem is over. Perhaps an official graduate of the English language could properly explain what it was that I attempted.

Regardless of this pointless introduction, I am going to share it with you. I'm crossing my fingers that y'all will throw some support my way; especially since my husband couldn't suppress his laughter after I finished reading the words that I'd hoped would move him. Following the final verse, I felt a little like Phoebe Buffay. Perhaps I did try a little too hard.

Embracing my inner friend, I'll begin with the single poem that sums up the other 19.

On Valentines Day
I took a pregnancy test
It was positive

February 14, 2010

That expression + my hands + the necklace placement
= horribly awkward

We're expecting baby # 3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The third amigo that will make the trio (couldn't resist, sorry), is due in October. Henry and his younger sibling will be a little over two and a half years apart. Now that the announcement's been made, it's okay to discontinue reading, but if you are at all curious about the other 19 poems, by all means, keep going! I was a thousand percent serious when I wrote this, but I still say that you're welcome to laugh. My husband did. For the record, I have no idea why the font keeps changing.
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The first trimester

A heart-pounding surge of joy

born from a pink line

In the quiet morn

A wife whispers happy news

He hugs her fiercely

The long wait begins

She’s ready to tell the world

It’s how she’s wired

He lets her decide

News quietly trickles forth

To family and friends

Dreading nausea

She is hyper sensitive

To each sensation

First symptom arrives

The shedding of crazy tears

For no good reason

And then, at six weeks

A flood of remembrance hits

It sucks to be sick

Seven weeks along

Parents see a beating heart

It is beautiful

Humbled and grateful

They leave the Doctors office

With their son in tow

You heard right Henry

You have earned a promotion

Future big brother!

As for Eliza

Telling her was the best part

She shouted for joy

Currently eight weeks

This Mom learns she has strep throat

Oh the misery

With trepidation

She fills the ‘safe’ prescription

Please bless this new child

Enter faithful spouse

He provides her a blessing

Peace replaces stress

On she continues

Prepared to face the next weeks

Without the strep throat

Her children are there

To ensure she stays busy

Each day a surprise

One needs a doctor

The other poops in the tub

All in a days work

To the naysayers

This was planned and prayed over

You may not get it

One child at a time

That is our mentality
Each one is cherished