I’d heard Mummies can get lonely, so it seemed the stuff of fate,
To meet an antenatal group just a few weeks pre-due date.
Our nervous introductions, over bumps and raspberry teas.
Preparing for those Braxton Hicks and episiotomies.
Top perineal massage tips united us in horror.
And Tena trampolining? Post-bump bodies sounded bother.
Little knowledge of life stories before our pregnancy days.
But thrown together, in shock and awe, great friendships soon were made.
Only so many people can bond over the colour of poo,
Engorged boobs, feeding in groups, and how often you need the loo.
Soon we wished we’d all had shares in Infacol, biscuits and wipes.
Never alone, at the end of the phone, morning, noon and night.
A lifeline in the blurry times, guaranteed you’re always there.
We support, laugh and commiserate through WhatsApp tales we share.
Protective, non-competitive. No secret motives or fuss.
Surviving motherhood’s thrills and spills, with humour and a cuss.
Sticking together through thick and thin, one thing I know for sure:
“The best money that I ever spent” and friends for evermore.
© Pass Me The Valium and passmethevalium.com, 2016.