Twelve Months of O’ Seven

As we were writing our Christmas letter this evening, our creativity got the best of us. We had our own version of ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas,’ appropriately themed around Jenni’s pregnancy.

On the first month o’ seven, my true love gave to me, a baby cuz we were frisky.
On the second month o’ seven, my hormones gave to me, two months of puking.
On the third month o’ seven, my hunger gave to me, three hours of sleep.
On the fourth month o’ seven, my in-laws guided me, four days in Hong Kong.
On the fifth month o’ seven, my ultrasound gave to me, five pictures of Kadence.
On the sixth month o’ seven, the good Lord gave to me, six friends in Montana.
On the seventh month o’ seven, my belly gave to me, seven Braxton-Hicks.
On the eighth month o’ seven, my true love gave to me, eight gallons of water.
On the ninth month o’ seven, my baby gave to me, nine months of waiting.
On the tenth month o’ seven, my body did to me, ten centimeters dilating.
On the eleventh month o’ seven, Kadence gave to me, eleven diaper changes.
On the twelfth month o’ seven, my true love gave to me, twelve gigs of baby photos…

(Deep Breath)

Eleven stinky diapers,
Ten painful centimeters,
Nine months of waiting,
Eight trips a night,
Seven pounds seven ounces,
Six midwives advising,
Five baby showers!
Four months of classes,
Three hours are plenty,
Two months of puking,
And a baby cuz we were frisky!