On Labor Day 2010,
Near our pregnancy halfway mark.
We reflect on our lives before,
And on the life we’re about to embark.
Two college sweethearts,
Immature and carefree.
Engaged and then married,
Now a soon-to-be family.
As “the bump” starts to show.
And the weeks countdown.
Sacrifices will be made,
For when the baby comes around.
From happy hours and hangovers,
And staying out all night.
To happy meals and highchairs,
And staying up all night.
No more wild weekends in Vegas,
Or wine tasting trips
Just play dates and story time,
And diapers filled with s***
Farewell to our freedom,
And welcome headaches that throb.
Parenting is hard work.
A 24/7 kind of job.
So we'll take this holiday to relax,
With a bundle of joy on the way.
Coming February 2, 2011,
OUR Labor Day.
No more wild weekends in Vegas,
Or wine tasting trips
Just play dates and story time,
And diapers filled with s***
Farewell to our freedom,
And welcome headaches that throb.
Parenting is hard work.
A 24/7 kind of job.
So we'll take this holiday to relax,
With a bundle of joy on the way.
Coming February 2, 2011,
OUR Labor Day.
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