Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started with a lack of pills
And a "don’t worry" quip.
The results have been a surprise each day,
With previa, clots and more.
And just today we saw ourselves
A two vessel cord, a two vessel cord.
The mind, it started acting up,
Worst sce-nar-i-os were tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless doc
The sanity would be lost, the sanity would be lost.
The trip is a never-ending one, exhausting ever more
With Wee-er One
The Wee One too,
The mystery babe and his cord,
The stuuuuuupid dog
The daddy-o and Kari Anne,
Here all crashed on the floooor.
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I am sorry about the dang cord, but that was the funniest thing I have read in months.
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ditto what Jenny said. dang, woman…you have a real gift for finding the humor in what would drive most women to drink (though you can’t…cuz you are preggers!)
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ditto what Jenny said. dang, woman…you have a real gift for finding the humor in what would drive most women to drink (though you can’t…cuz you are preggers!)
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so, um…what exactly does that mean?!
and i agree with the other posters. hilarious. if the book writing doesn’t bring in the cash fast enough you could always supplement with lyric writing!
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My girlfriend’s baby had that and he was just fine and dandy. I will be thinking good thoughts!
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Great tune. Great clue. I’m sure all will work out with a fine
wee-est one. Can’t wait to meet him!
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