Great Poem

My amazing friend, Gregermis, who is also going through IF wrote this awesome poem and I just had to share it!

To those on CD1,

and all suffering from AF's malicious fun,

to those on oral and injectable meds,

and IVFers resting in their beds.

To minds stuck in an induced hormonal haze,

who's bank accounts have seen better days,

to those on breaks and natural cycles,

whose DH's miss their bicycles,

to monitoring appointments,

and BFFN disappointments.

When our bodies feel broken,

after doctor's diagnoses are spoken,

for OOP and OPKs,

and those fleeting hopeful days.

When using pre-seed to do the deed,

we remember all those poor sticks on which we have peed.

If you've achieved success only to suffer a loss,

remember that IF is a b*tch not the boss!

To feet in the stirrups with beautiful socks,

we watch our charts and curse our clocks.

When waiting for surgeries to heal,

And when sex starts to lose its appeal,

whether it's clomid + IUI,

or a nasty case of MFI,

our phantom little ones are waiting,

whilst we brave the needles we're hating,

so raise your glass of water or wine,

to that elusive little second line,

Drink your POM and eat your core,

We will beat IF and even the score!