The one thing you realize
Is that nothing
Is under your control
Nothing
Not
A
Single
Thing
You cannot control
Or even predict
When or if you will conceive
What it is a boy or a girl
What signs you will have
How exactly you will find out
What kind of pregnancy
You will have
Whether you will be
Hungry or perpetually full
Vomit or just nauseate
Whether you will like
Sweet or sour
Lose weight or gain weight
And how much you will gain
If you do gain
Whether you will have
Diabetes
High pressure
Or even
Hyperemesis gravidarum
Whether your feet will swell
And change size forever
Or get back to what they were
Whether you will be able to walk
Or lie in bed all through
Whether you will have
Crystal clear thoughts
Or befuddling brain fog
Whether your belly sits high or low
Shows or doesn't show
Whether the weight your gain
Goes to you or goes to the baby
What size will the baby be
Whose eyes? Whose height?
Whose face? Whose brains?
How exactly will you have labor
Or not
In what way will the baby come out
Will it long, or short
Painful, or ecstatic
Will you gain weight after, or lose
Will you get back to your shape
Or change
Will you be depressed
Or buoyant
Will you be instantly
Attached to your baby
Or will it take time
Or will you be
Forever repulsed by it
Will you prefer being
Around the baby
Or will you prefer
Being away from it
You can control nothing
You can predict nothing
Not a thing
So the only one thing
About creation
That you can tell
For certain is that
It's painful
It's very very painful
And difficult as hell
And there go men
Inventing rules
To control everything
As if things
Nature
This world
Is controllable
And pretending they know
What creation is
By inventing gods
Who create
Perfectly beautiful universes
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