A thousand questions shall arise
About your state of health
And well-intentioned prying eyes
Shall gaze, with thin-veiled stealth

Nine months shall you be on display
To every wondering stranger
And in a kindly, worrying way
Be told of every danger

Each symptom you’ll be asked to list
Each sorrow, hope, and joy
And whether you’ve the slightest jist
If it’s a girl or boy

While some will know to keep their peace
And quietly will care
A silent smile upon their face
If you should choose to share