On the First day of Christmas my true love gave to me, one beautiful baby girl.
On the Second day of Christmas I really needed a nap, but that just hasn't happened yet.
On the Third day of Christmas my baby girl smiled at me, probably because she was gassy.
On the Fourth day of Christmas we went broke buying diapers.
On the Fifth day of Christmas I got thrown up on and was too tired to shower.
On the Sixth day of Christmas I spent the night rocking a fussy pants.
On the Seventh day of Christmas I had sympathy for the dairy cows.
On the eighth day of Christmas I realized I had picked a good daddy for my baby.
By the ninth day of Christmas the laundry all smelled like sour milk.
On the tenth day of Christmas I received one hefty hospital bill, anyone want to go halfsies?
On the eleventh day of Christmas I am no longer afraid of a little poop on my hands.
On the twelfth day of Christmas I realize what a tiny miracle I hold in my undeserving hands and I thank the Lord everyday for sending her to me.
