One of the things I hate about suffering from infertility is all the 'help' and 'advice' I get.
I try not to get angry at the person saying it because they are just trying to be kind and help give me hope but I wish they realised how it made me (and other infertility sufferers) feel. I have taken to writing poetry lately as a release. (Why on earth didn't I start this earlier?)
Here is my poem on this very topic:
It CAN happen
A lady at work
Has a daughter
Who got pregnant
After her 1st round of IVF.
Really?
Yes.
Well my friend’s sister
Who is a size 12 in tops
And 10 in bottoms
And has blonde hair
With brown eyes
And was born on a Saturday
Has a dog
And she named it Tom.
Does it get my point across?
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