The joy and worry fill my cup,
I was told in a hurry i was eating for 2,
Beating my brain saying I'm depressed,
On this denial train knowing I'm just sick,
This was not where I was aiming,
But the most high said it was perfect timing,
13 years thinking I'm a host of no more kids,
there's most definitely something baking,
Without a smell it is definitely not a food baby,
Worries of my struggles I'm facing,
Wondering if I'm even capable of carrying,
The most...