This thing that I have created is apart of me.
It has done nothing but become the consaquence of my actions.
Whom shall I blame but myself for the decision that I made to do what I did to conceive.
Who will lay in this bed that I have laid out and made.
Who but me can I depend on to birth, care, and love this baby as a mother should,
I say nobody but me.

This is a gift that I am willing to accept.
This is my baby, my love, my flesh and blood, and a little part of me.
Why should I take the life of an unborn child that has done nohing but become what I had formed, so many times before.
With just the first sight and even the thouht of you made me cry cause I'm saying, there goes my baby, my child, my love for a life-time.
This is me, my flesh and blood, my child.

My love for you has grown increasingly as you have developed from and egg to an 8 week and 5 day old baby still sleeping inside of me.
You are a precious gift from above that I will have all to me untill death do us part.
I don't even know what you are but still will I love you.
Forever will you be mommas baby.