It seems inappropriate to have a blog about pregnancy without posting one of my favorite poems. I have tried to keep this blog fairly PG, so beware of strong language ahead. Consider it poetic license.

This Be the Verse
by Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
      They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
      And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
      By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
      And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
      It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
      And don’t have any kids yourself.