Mr. and Mrs. B want you to know
They’re walking ’round with quite a glow
It could be their love — still fresh and strong
That’s true, and right, but also wrong.
There’s more to the story here, you see.
We’re working on a Baby B.
It’s true, my friends, you heard right.
My growing belly, quite a sight.
We’ve kept it hush-hush for just a bit
But on our secret, we can no longer sit.
We want to jump and dance with joy
For our soon-to-join-us girl or boy.
We’re overjoyed about our little Pickle
Growing tiny toes and feet to tickle
Getting bigger and stronger every day
We already love our baby in every way
We hope you join us in our celebration
By the day, it grows with our elation
Our grins grow bigger every day
A secret-keeper’s giveaway
We’re so glad to finally share this news
Of pending giggles, laughs and coos
Our village grows by a gift from above
Life-long proof of a once-in-a-lifetime love
The last two years were so rom-com
Now we get to be “Dad” and “Mom”
And bring into this world a small baby B
Once Mr. B and me, now a family of three
Oh, to answer the questions asked
Baby’s gender will stay masked
And the names we’ve chosen we won’t share
So, no need to ask. We ain’t goin’ there.
When will we meet this bundle of joy?
Our daughter or son, our girl or boy?
Pickle will join us in the early fall
We can’t hardly wait. How ’bout y’all?
As I close this poem and settle in
I can’t even hide my silly grin
It’s great to finally get to say:
A baby’s coming! Yippee! Yay!