Thirteen week bump,
Thirty four week lump.

Tummy flutters,
Excited mutters.

Boy or a Girl,
Ultrasound swirl.

"Wow! Congratulations".
Silent commiserations...

Her friends all excited,
and she not invited.

Scream at the smiling,
hurt from the beguiling,

of the unknowing monsters.
The mothers and fathers,

of children not quite existing,
egg like and nesting.

They don't know her agony,
being in perfect anonymity.  

but it eats her insides,
like a child that resides,

or once did.

So she logs off of Facebook
Where she can only look

and then logs back on again
Does she enjoy this pain?

One day she cracked
and her emotions hacked

through her rational thought
and she gasps like fish just caught

Shhh, It is okay. It is okay
one point seven second delay

Delete it now.
You stupid cow!

What were you thinking?
Oh you've been drinking.

Facebook friends
and their mid twenty trends

You will have yours one day
Like Anne, who was thirty three?

Just log off now and get on with life.
I can't... Oh look Hannah has a wife!