These things happen,
Planned or unplanned,
Although nursing one in hand,
Doesn't stop taking a quick stand;
So, in the heat of it all,
The smooth rise and sweet fall,
Whether some got in...,
...or was withdrawn before the rushing;
There was a delay in the flow,
Maybe it's just slow,
The cycle is well into the fourth,
Gives us some food for thought;
The two stripes were telling a story,
Of possible nine months glory,
Admidst lots of emotions, mixed and mashed,
But out the window is having life smashed.
In the fifth month of our new born son, my wife thinks she missed her period...oh, wow!
Between our first daughter and son is three years and this one, if the two stripes from yesterday's test strip is confirmed, means the next bundle of joy will be fourteen or fifteen months younger than the now youngest...yikes!
