Early Ode To My Son

You aren't even born yet. But I can somehow see your face.
You have given your mother quite tough time already.
Now it's past your due date and your running out of space.
For now the epidural is allowing her to sleep.
And I am left to wonder what you will be like as you grow.
Will you be a good sleeper? Will you help your mother?
Will you share our sense of humor and maybe help me mow?
I can't wait to see you smile when I hold you tight.
I have images of me pitching a ball as you give the bat a swing
I'm afraid I'm not great at sports but we can learn together.
I want to see your first step and be there for you in everything.
I have to wait only a little while longer to hold you in my arms.
Until then we have to help mommy in her labor with you.
I know she will be just as happy to see you too!