The Nesting Instinct: Preparing for Arrival
A Mother's Intuition
A deep yearning, a primal urge,
To prepare a haven, for life's new surge.
The nesting instinct, a powerful guide,
As the mother prepares, for her child inside.
A flurry of activity, a gentle grace,
Creating a sanctuary, a loving space.
The nursery takes shape, a soft embrace,
With blankets and toys, in this sacred space.
A mother's intuition, a knowing deep,
As she prepares for the child to sleep.
A symphony of emotions, a tender embrace,
Anticipation builds, in this sacred space.
Preparing for Arrival
The final weeks, a time to nest,
To gather strength, and put worries to rest.
The mother's body, a vessel divine,
Preparing for the miracle to shine.
A sense of calm descends, a peaceful grace,
As the mother prepares, for this sacred space.
The anticipation grows, with each passing day,
For the moment of arrival, come what may.
The nesting instinct, a powerful guide,
As the mother prepares, with love inside.
A symphony of emotions, a tender embrace,
Preparing for arrival, in this sacred space.
A Love Unconditional
A love unconditional, a bond so deep,
As the mother prepares, while the child does sleep.
A symphony of emotions, a tender embrace,
Anticipation builds, in this sacred space.
The nesting instinct, a powerful guide,
As the mother prepares, with love inside.
A love unconditional, a bond so deep,
As the mother watches, while the child does sleep.
The final weeks, a time to rest,
To prepare for the arrival, and put worries to rest.
A love unconditional, a bond so deep,
As the mother prepares, while the child does sleep.
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