stolen from tryingfornumber3.wordpress.com – It’s hysterical and Oh so true!
On the first day of Infertile Christmas, my true love gave to me male factor infertility. On the second day of Infertile Christmas, my doctor sent to me a bill for our failed fertility. On the third day of Infertile Christmas, my mother said to me, “Why aren’t you pregnant yet? We have …a fertile family tree.” On the fourth day of Infertile Christmas, cousin Sally said to me She’ll announce her latest pregnancy after dessert and tea. On the fifth day of Infertile Christmas, Aunt Bess offered her advice “Just relax and it will happen” was her very helpful vice. On the sixth day of Infertile Christmas, my period said to me “I’m showing up on Christmas Day with evilness and glee.” On the seventh day of Infertile Christmas, your little sister sang a tune she is now three months pregnant from her honeymoon. On the eighth day of Infertile Christmas, PCOS said to you, “You won’t see ovulation until 2022.” On the ninth day of Infertile Christmas, my mother said to me “My friend’s daughter got pregnant after drinking some special tea.” On the tenth day of Infertile Christmas, my fertility nurse said to me “we’re closed during the holidays but you still owe us a fee.” On the eleventh day of Infertile Christmas, your mother-in-law began to wave “please make me a grandmother before I’m in the grave.” On the twelfth day of Infertile Christmas, hope said to believe that one day it will happen and you will conceive. Whether you celebrate Christmas/Kwanzaa/Chanukah or Festivus, don’t let infertility ruin another holiday for you. You’ve wasted too many tears and too many special moments already. It’s time to celebrate your life right now.
