Here's a little poem to make the season bright, it's all about your babies in your tummies tucked up tight. . .
C your lovely Cervix, we all have one we do, and when it opens up to 10, your babe shall pass on through
H stands for Hypnosis, of this you shall be glad, for when your baby's being born you won't want to hit their Dad
R is Relaxation, practice out and about, to help with pregnant hormones which make you want to shout
I stands for Induction, many labours start this way, but try some natural methods first like some adult cuddles, yay!
S is for those little Stabs they give you in your side, reminding you they're here to stay, pepare for an amazing ride
T is for the Toilet, this you'll visit lots, you'll know every service station from the Isle of Wight to Notts
M bloody Mastitis, the devil's work for sure, your boob will look like Rudolph's nose and you'll be shouting, please no more
A that lovely Alcohol, you'll be missing very much, but wait til that baby does arrive, you'll be a wonderful cheap drunk
S is all that Sleeping, you'll really start to miss, when baby tap dances on your bladder and you really need a piss
Merry Christmas Mamas