Day by day you grow inside me,
Sometimes you are a gift,  I glow I’m vibrant.
Other days you are an anchor
I drag you around and all you do
Is grow and grow and ******* grow.

“The Bump" they all call you
The sort of thing we're told to check our ******* for
My mind retreats from these comparisons but they linger
I’m tired. You eat away at me,
No matter how much “I eat for two" or three or four.

It’s the quiet times when I appreciate you.
Away from the pecking hens and grasping hands.
Peace.
I can just sit, rest my hand upon you and feel your warmth
At those times we feel as one.