Okay, so it's not the story your parents read to you growing up, it's my twisted pre-IUI poem.
Twas the night before IUI, when all through my blouse
My heart was racing, much like a mouse.
At 10 a.m. my legs will be hung in the stirrups with care,
In preparation for the swimmers that will be put in there.
The furbabbies were nestled all snug in their dog beds,
While visions of dog bones danced in their heads.
Other mama in her jammies, and I in my cap
Had just settled our brains for a brief night nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Oh nevermind, it's just the dogs going pitter patter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the blinds and started talking trash,
"Stop barking a the siren and get your ass inside,
I've got to get up in a few hours," my tired ass cried.
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