I woke up this Morning feeling absolutely fine,
Had a drink, felt a pang and knew it was just time,
Before the mother load took over and I’d be out of sight,
My pregnancy hormones cooking up and sparring for a fight.
Morning sickness, night time sickness and always on the loo,
Can’t eat this this, don’t touch that, and now I’m insane too.
Making little people is really heavy duty,
And in the midst of everything I feel like getting fruity…
Except my husband’s off to quarantine,
It’s a safer place to be – away from all the crying and when I’m being mean.
I really feel for everyone, it’s like living with a hurricane!
I’m absolutely mental, I really feel their pain…
But hang on just a second…
step inside my body and THEN tell me I’m to blame!
It’s like a raging fire pit, and then the winter came!
All the while I tell myself, Karolyn – please just stop!
But my hormones have a job to do and they refuse to flop.
And so the war continues, with me, myself and I…
All I ask is please be patient next time I start to cry…
Or throw a towel at your head, or scream and shout and ball,
Please believe me when I say it’s not my fault at all.
Ignore the words my hormones say, they’re just tired from working hard,
They’re helping baby grow and they’re also being mard.
They don’t like it when they hear things, like calm down, or don’t you start!
That only makes them angry and gunning for your heart.
But even hormones have their kryptonite,
Just take my hand or hug me tight…
Say it’s all ok and no, You’re not getting fat,
That’ll calm them down… It’s as easy as just that!
I really would be grateful if you could help me out with this,
Because these fucking mood swings are taking the fucking piss!!!
Karolyn McLaren.... My World 