Do you know who ruined Mummy’s body?
Was it the first, how did she get in? A surprise to all, who left spots on my skin?
No it wasn’t the first, how did she get in? Do you know who ruined Mummy’s body?
Was it the second, who was worth the wait. Who pulled at the nipple and bit when she ate?
No it wasn’t the second, who was worth the wait. Do you know who ruined Mummy’s body?
Was it the third, who knew how to sit. Because being frank breech, the kicks didn’t hurt a bit!
No it wasn’t the third, who knew where to sit. Do you know who ruined Mummy’s body?
Is it the fourth, who hasn’t yet been conceived? Daddy’s not convinced, he would have you believe.
No it isn’t the fourth, who hasn’t yet been conceived. Do you know who ruined Mummy’s body?
Is it the fifth, the last to get in, the accident we might have, will Daddy’s little guys still know how to swim?
No it isn’t the fifth, the last to get in. Do you know who ruined Mummy’s body?
You do know who ruined Mummy’s body.
It wasn’t the first, she taught us true love, a surprise, a blessing from above.
It wasn’t the second, she taught us to trust, God creates all, but His plan is not rushed.
It wasn’t the third, he is a miracle too, he’s amazing, our first go at parenting blue.
It isn’t the fourth, whom I dream will come true, I’ll have Daddy convinced, he longs for him too.
It isn’t the fifth, imagine that, I’d be so stretched then, perpetually fat!
My children have taught me the value of time, it’s limited and I’m so happy they are mine.
The stretch marks, the extra curves, the spots and the scar, they are markers from life showing we’ve come this far.
Nothing is ruined, Mummy’s body is better than before, and our house is now filled, with beautiful children we adore.
A great third blog
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