Two Week Wait

My hands tremble
And my heart races,
I just finished peeing on
Sticks with smiley faces

Pregnant until proven otherwise
No ibuprofen or drinking,
Spend the next few days
Symptom spotting and over thinking

Waiting turns from days
To hours and minutes,
I have this lovely womb
Now it is time to see if you are in it

Dreaming of the day
To hear your heart beat,
And see two little hands
With two little feet

Lost and uncertain
With what will happen next,
Will I have to start all over
Or soon be holding you abreast

In the end, we all know
Exactly how the two week wait goes,
You get a positive test or
The red river flows

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