Hey, little one, don’t be coy,
Take that alpha step, my boy.
You’re luxuriating in my womb,
Can’t stay, it’s not a catacomb.
You do know what tomorrow is?
I thought not; for that day is his.
Didn’t think you’d bring a gift,
Hopefully focused on your super-shift.
So, I got you a present for your dad.
Only delivered after birth, I should add.
See, you shouldn’t really stay,
Best you join us on Father’s Day.
I don’t know why you are late,
Ten days stuck in the starting gate.
Life’s not a vale of tears, I swear,
Your arrival will be with great fanfare.
You know I’ve put up with a lot,
I don’t mean shopping for a cot.
Do you remember you first trick?
A flood of hormones made me sick.
Then you stuck in the boot,
I guess imagining that was cute.
And there’s stretch marks too,
Wider now you’re overdue.
I know I’m facing labour pains,
But I won’t be one that complains.
You are loved more than I can say,
Let’s make tomorrow your birthday.
Otherwise, science will be produced,
A bit rougher if you’re induced.
Your life our perfect gift to you,
Hurry baby, make dreams come true.