Ode to my "baby"

My hot water bottle is my "baby".

Really.

I take it with me wherever I go. (almost)

I cuddle it, carry it, wrap it tight.

It comes to bed for a lie down with me.

I fill it.

I change it.

It has been known to leak on occasion.

Sometimes I wish I wouldn't have the burden of a hot water bottle, but after some time without I sure do miss it.