T'was the night before ultrasound,
When all through the Inn,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even the gin.
The air conditioner was set at a brisk 65,
As I lay my head down in this bearable dive.
The folicles all tiny and asleep,
In hopes of this cycle playing for keeps.
And I I'm my jammies alone in this room,
Am trying not to think of the possibility if doom.
When through the thin walls I can hear all the speaking,
I toss in my bed and listen to the sink leaking.
I grab my iPhone and stub my big toe,
And let out the softest yet angerfilled crows.
The moon hanging low in the Boston night sky,
I sqint to focus my cloudy left eye.
When what to my surprise should I see,
But a frazzled young lady screaming at three.
"Now Benny and Josh and Kim won't you listen"
"Stop touching and fighting and no one is hitting!"
"Get out of the car and grab your own bag!"
"I won't ask again, I'm not an old hag."
My eyes all aglow, and feeling all merry,
They were green with a twinkle, and cheeks like a cherry.
I pulled up my jammies and went back to bed,
While I remembered to pump myself full of med.
I spoke not a word and went straight to work,
I am meat that has been stuck with the tiniest fork.
I lay down my head for a quiet evening's rest,
And can only hope this all turns out for the very best.
I'll wake in the morning to a shiner new day,
And look ford to nurses giving me the O-Kay.
I've spent all our savings right down to a dime,
But it'll all be worth it, one embryo at a time.