Haiku

I.
No, no baby yet.
Still just sitting around here.
Keep checking for news.

II.
We slept in today:
A lazy Sunday morning.
Could it be the last?

III.
Hanging out at home.
Too big for most of my clothes.
Why bother with pants*?

[*For the non-Americans: I mean "trousers." ]

IV.
I read baby books
For sleep and nursing advice.
They all disagree.

V.
At night I wake up
Once an hour or thereabouts:
Child squashing bladder.

VI.
Baby's room is set,
Freezer's full of casseroles,
Bags are packed. Let's go!

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