Baby Makes One

Fear is all that I sense and feel it is near. Why must I anguish over my pain with nothing solid to gain. Once again I check my hat, ruffle my clothes and feed the cat. I stare at the wall and can't remember if I ever felt this small. The phone rings with a jar and I almost fall of my chair, and then I run a hand across my hair. I pickup the phone and with a groan and with anticipation I spit out the words is it a boy or a girl and with a smile I close my eyes and twirl.