As I sit on the table my legs spread wide,
Oh what I would give to cover my hide!

It's time for my egg recovery...But who knows what it?ll bring.
A boy, a girl, or maybe both by spring.

The doc had said casually, "See you in a few days, and write some poetry"
So perhaps I will share a few thoughts on what it is to be me.

It's been a long journey, one filled with lots of pain,
But it will all be worth it for we have so much to gain.
The needles, the injections, the after effects of the pills,
Are such a burden to bear but I certainly have the will,
For I must carry on, there is no other choice,
If I want to hear my baby's tiny voice.

The doc and his sisters are friendly and warm,
I hope this time they threw in some extra magic charm.
For all I want, is a baby of my own,
To love, and cuddle and play ball on the lawn.

A pillar of strength my wonderful husband has been,
Who's had to put up with my horrible mood swings.
It is his love and support that gets me through this,
Cos it is hard not to feel so useless.

The first part is over, so now we wait
Maybe 3 days, 5 days, for the cells to grow to 8.
The hours drag by, there's not much we want to do
Just sit around and wait for each dawn to shine through.

And finally, the big day arrives to put our babies back,
And I lie on my back, waiting for the chance to get really fat.
They all look good, that's what I'm told
I just pray that this time they will "stick and hold".
So please doc, simply do your best
To give me a child, just like the rest......