I thought for a while about the future,
As I said good-bye to a plan;
But then my mind began to picture,
A son who grows to be a man.

The joy slowly began to grow,
As I thought of family, friends and fun
I could see the looks of their faces,
When I finally had a son.

And now as the day grows close,
And I wonder if I'm right;
A son would be a grand thing,
But a girl would be all right.

As I picture a day without babes,
Or a smile for me he'd grant;
With joy I soon begin to see,
I'd rather be 40 and pregnant.