Poetry about pregnancy

The peach blossoms opened in February, and my mother was pregnant with me for ten months. In the first month, the baby was in the mother's body, without a trace or sight. In February, the baby was in the mother's body, and duckweed didn't take root in the water. Pregnant in March and pregnant on March 3, it is difficult to swallow tea if you don't want to eat it. On April 8, I was pregnant and sent my son to the empress to plant incense. I was pregnant on May 5th, and my daughter didn't know how hard it was for her mother. In June, the heat was unbearable, and only my mother was sitting in the embroidery room. In July, my baby's ears turned yellow, and only my mother was lying on her gums. Pregnant in August, August 8, August grain received home. On September 9, every family steamed wine. In October, the baby was born, washed in a golden basin and wrapped in a skirt.