Song of the Waiting Mother.....

I'm pregnant, but my tummy isn't growing.

And no one ever calls me "Little Mom."

The public simply isn't overflowing

With questions that I'd handle with aplomb.

There are no special clothes to mark my waiting.

Nobody stops and smiles as I pass by.

The absence of a due-date is frustrating

And looking at the nursery makes me cry.

When I'm overdue no one will worry.

The phone won't ring and ring as friends check in.

I can't induce my labor in a hurry,

My new life as a parent to begin.

Adoption is a worrisome endeavor,

And waiting all alone is not much fun.

To be "with child" a year seems like forever.

Dear God, we're ready! Please send us our son!

~Christine Futia