I came across this and wanted to pass it along to people who would understand it.

I am pregnant, but my tummy isn't growing,
And no one ever calls me "little Mom"
The public simply isn't overflowing with questions that I'd handle with aplomb.
There are no special clothes to mark my waiting
Nobody stops and smiles as I walk by,
The absence of a due-date is frustrating
And looking at the nursery makes me cry
When I am over due no one will worry
The phone won't ring and ring as friends check in.
I can't hurry my labor in a hurry My new life as a parent to begin Adoption is a worrisome endever and waiting alone is not much fun
To be "with child" for a year seems like forever
Dear God, we'er ready!
Please send our little one.