A Narrative Poem from Me to You...and some needle pictures

There was a doctor up north

From the town that we live

She told us that babies

Our bodies would not easily give

She gave us some tests,

Poked and prodded until we bled

Then she suggested we try IVF

And "YAY!", I got to be put on a bunch of meds

Now here I stand, needle in hand

Wondering where I'll get the courage to stab this thing through

"Quit being a baby", I tell myself,

"Or raising a kid is what you'll never get to do"

Don’t fret, I’ll give you all autographs when I’m famous.

The actual point of this post (besides the amazing poem) is to provide an explanation for all you curious cats who ask me a hundred questions about my suppression medications.

Fact 1: I am now administering a drug called Lupron to myself…and by “administering” I mean “stabbing a needle into my stomach”

Fact 2: I am also taking a low dose steroid, so don’t be all surprised when I end up looking like Popeye in a couple weeks

Fact 3: I have never had chicken pox.

What? You don't find that relevant to my baby drama? Well this is my blog and I can do what I want.

Hey! Check out these pictures of me stabbing myself in the stomach:

 Here, I am drawing up 10 units of Lupron

Here, I am stabbing myself in the stomach

Here, I am punching my dude in the stomach for not being more sympathetic about having to stab myself in the stomach**

**Important Tidbit: This is made up. The Dude is incredibly sympathetic and is actually the one who has to stab me because I'm too chicken to do it myself. I really did try today, though. I got the tip into the skin a little but couldn't gather enough courage to push hard enough to penetrate the skin. The students on "Grey's Anatomy" practice on each other, so I just need to convince a family member to let me practice on them.