Pregnancy is Magical

I have felt queasy,
And nauseous and gross,
Since the end of July
Tired, morose.

I'm getting desperate,
Tired of shaking,
Cramping, and chills,
Dark AM waking.

I don't want to resort,
To drugs and some pills,
To deal with my sickness,
My shaking and chills.

Today I tried accupuncture,
Hoped it would assist,
And help the barfy feeling,
Cease and desist.

I got some advice,
And I was treated,
Now I drink ginger tea
And all my food heated.

We'll see how things go,
I'm not quite ready to whoop,
I will feel much improved,
When I can finally poop.

Pictoral Accompaniment

WTF Neighbours?
It is barely November.
Wait For December!

Minimal effort haiku

Two busy boys plus
Pregnancy insomnia
Equals exhaustion.

Hillbilly Tooth

Had a tooth, turning black
Looked like a hillbilly
Wanted a cosmetic filling,
Nothing big or frilly.

The tooth, it has a root canal
Done many years ago,
The decay runs deeper than they thought,
That filling has to go.

What should have been short and sweet,
Has turned into an ordeal.
Post and crown and maybe more,
Really not ideal.

And so I will be back again,
For freezing and more drilling,
I am so looking forward to it.
It sounds super thrilling.

NaPoWriMo!

Hello my dusty little blog,
Welcome to November
I will write a poem a day
(as long as I remember)
They may not be so eloquent,
Or written with much care,
But hey, at least there will be something,
Published here or there.
We will ring in NaPoWriMo,
With this silly little ditty,
And hope the rest of this month's effort.
Aren't quite so shitty.

Exercise is bad for you

As my legs turn to muscle,
My mind turns to mush.
I forgot how to write poems,
But I have a hard tush. 
An acceptable trade-off?
My body looks hot,
But my poem-writing skills
Appear to be shot.

Spring!

Days so warm, so bright and sunny,
No time to write stuff that is funny.

Growl

Super crabby,
Kinda stabby,
Gotta love PMS.
Want to punch things,
Instead I munch things,
Chocolate in excess.

Sunshine

Lovely sunny day
Could it finally be spring!?
High of twenty-one

Another poor effort.

Poor little blog, so neglected.
Sits here feeling so dejected.
Author busy, has no time,
To craft a quick amusing rhyme.
Kid has been sick, rash and fever,
I cut my finger with a cleaver.
Ok, the cleaver part is fake.
I also had no time to bake.
I keep saying "I want to write!"
And so you get this crap tonight.

It was next to the register...

Somewhat impulse buy
Fully loaded Durango
Most people choose gum.

Karma

A friend told me about another "friend" who got slapped by karma.  This is for my friend.

I will admit,
I laughed when I heard
About your misfortune,
You wee little turd.

I suppose I should show,
A little compassion,
Some sympathy, empathy,
Something of that fashion.

But you treat me like garbage.
Heap on abuse,
And think you can treat me,
However you choose.

Your actions have consequences,
And karma's a bitch.
And so here I snigger,
At your life's little glitch.

Sadly, I do know,
That my inappropriate glee,
Will result in said karma
Bitch-slapping me.

But for now it is worth it.
I'll give a chuckle hearty,
And continue on,
With my smug little party.

Happy Birthday, Damon.

Today was the birthday
Of my wee son,
His very first birthday,
Indeed, he turned one.

The year went so quickly,
Zoomed by so fast,
My tiny small babe
Exists in the past.

I feel like I missed
His babyhood brief,
Just trying to function,
Dealing with grief.

The months and the days
How they have flown,
A bittersweet smile,
For this happy milestone. 

Not an excuse

Life has been stressful
Life has been busy
Some family drama,
Relative in a tizzy.

Road trip from hell,
Through rain, night and snow,
Exhausted my spirit,
Made me feel low.

Sorting through my
Deceased relative's junk.
Has left me depressed
Trapped in a funk.

Purging my house,
Throwing out clutter,
Cleaning and sorting,
With the help of my mother.

All the above saps
My poetic motivation.
Stressed out and run down,
With no concentration.

I pray for serenity,
Exercise assists,
One thing at a time,
I cross off my lists.

Now I can sleep,Since I sat down and wrote,
Some time to myself,
I can devote.

Yes, this is it.

Haircut Day!
Ran five K!
Fist pump, high five!
Shout hooray!

Life has been stressful and busy.  I will try a better effort tomorrow.

Need another solution

I decided to fix the problem written about here.

I had a notepad
And pen on bedside table
Stolen by small boy

Before the Chaos

All the boys are upstairs
Snuggled in their beds,
Perhaps dreams of truck and cars,
Swirling in their heads.
I'm downstairs, all alone.
With a coffee, brewed intense.
Sun-dappled curtains are my view.
I'm savouring the silence.

Productivity Approaching Zero.

I have a new iPhone,
It's black and shiny.
I didn't want one.
I was a bit whiny.

We had blackberrys,
I loved BBM
And my keyboard with buttons,
Easy to press them.

Now to this small screen,
I'm stuck like cement.
How addicting it is,
Much to my embarrassment.

I can Draw Something!
Play Words With Friends!
Facebook, the weather,
See new Twitter trends!

I'm tracking my diet,
(Female stuff, too).
Oh, is there anything
This great iPhone won't do?

Although I protested,
Would I want one?  I doubt it.
Now it seems that
I can't be without it.

Firsts (Haikus)

First day of preschool.
It was hard on both of us
I think I cried more.

Left Bubs in childcare
He was completely okay
I was more stressed out

Restarted running
Yes, again! Did laps of track.
Felt good afterwards.

Productive

My house is a disaster,
It's so full of clutter,
I have developed a twitch
And am starting to mutter.

I have made a large plan,
Of how to attack,
This disgusting mess,
To get my space back.

I created a schedule,
For getting things clean,
So I don't get overwhelmed,
By the amount obscene.

Because I am cleaning,
And parenting two boys,
I don't have much time,
For playing with toys.

My shiny bright laptop,
Stays closed most of the time,
Which does not give me a chance,
To come up with a rhyme.

I still think it's important,
To create and to write,
So I will try to post,
Before bedtime each night.