Stretched Out

I sit, and look at my filled-to-capacity belly.
The expanse stretched beyond what one might thing is possible.
I sit and wonder how much longer it will stay stretched like this.
When will it give up the precious gift held within?

The few small stretch marks, signs that I am a mother, that I will be again.
Soon this small gift will make her way into my arms.
Will I ache when she leaves the comfort and safety of me?
Will she enter the world easily or will it be a struggle?

I can only imagine what it will all be like.
My womb filled to capacity with arms and legs.
Poking prodding, she lets me know she is there.
I wait, and sit and look at my belly.