Tuesday, 29 April 2014

An Ode to Conception

Oh Amantadine, Amantadine
you make me perky like a coffee bean.
Citalopram you keep my head on straight
and banish the feelings that I hate.

But planning a baby means 'bye bye'!
Gosh, it makes me want to weep and cry
For when you go, I look like this:

angry, monster, tired, fatigue, MS

And mope about, feeling like piss. 

Let's hope baby numero two is conceived soon
So I can sit back and start to bloom
And suck up all the lovely things
That pregnancy to my MS brings.

PS I don't want to be a complainer,
and though being preggers is good, I want a disclaimer.
No swollen feet or trapped wind this time, please,
Or the little wees that happen when I sneeze.

Thank you.