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.

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.

Growl

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

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.

Posting for the sake of posting.

I said I would try to write every day.  I wrote today, and thought they both sucked, but since I haven't come up with anything better, here they are.  I was pretty bummed out today, which is why they look like teenaged angst.  Sorry.

Effort #1
How can the heart,
Be so sad,
Over something imagined,
But never had?

Effort #2
Why do I persist
When I know in my brain,
In reading things,
That cause me pain?

They hurt my heart,
They hurt my head,
What has been seen,
Can't be unread.

I guess that second poem really applies to today's entry.  I said sorry.