An Ode to Brethine

Twice we have met
and twice you have calmed me,
even though you were supposed to make me jittery.
My irritable uterus loathes you,
stopping short it’s naughtiness when you are near.
One day soon we might dilate and not need your services.
Then I shall sleep far less,
thank you for the rest.

How corny is that… I think I need a nap already…

Happy 36 weeks, little girls!