If we ain't got humour, we ain't got nothin...
On the first day of Christmas, my RE gave to me, a Christmas without a baby.
On the second day of Christmas, my RE gave to me, two spread legs, and a Christmas without a baby.
On the third day of Christmas, my RE gave to me, three immature [eggs], two spread legs, and a Christmas without a baby.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my RE gave to me, four freakin' eggs, three immature, two spread legs, and a Christmas without a baby.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my RE gave to me, FIIIIVE MAS-TUR-BATIONSSSSS....., four freakin' eggs, three immature, two spread legs, and a Christmas without a baby.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my RE gave to me, six-inch dildocams, FIIIIVE MAS-TUR-BATIONSSSSS....., four freakin' eggs, three immature, two spread legs, and a Christmas without a baby.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my RE gave to me, seven snorts of spray, six-inch dildocams, FIIIIVE MAS-TUR-BATIONSSSSS....., four freakin' eggs, three immature, two spread legs, and a Christmas without a baby.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my RE gave to me, eight stupid blood tests, seven snorts of spray, six-inch dildocams, FIIIIVE MAS-TUR-BATIONSSSSS....., four freakin' eggs, three immature, two spread legs, and a Christmas without a baby.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my RE gave to me, nine days of oozing, eight stupid blood tests, seven snorts of spray, six-inch dildocams, FIIIIVE MAS-TUR-BATIONSSSSS....., four freakin' eggs, three immature, two spread legs, and a Christmas without a baby.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my RE gave to me, ten nights of needles, nine days of oozing, eight stupid blood tests, seven snorts of spray, six-inch dildocams, FIIIIVE MAS-TUR-BATIONSSSSS....., four freakin' eggs, three immature, two spread legs, and a Christmas without a baby.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my RE gave to me, eleven thousand owing, ten nights of needles, nine days of oozing, eight stupid blood tests, seven snorts of spray, six-inch dildocams, FIIIIVE MAS-TUR-BATIONSSSSS....., four freakin' eggs, three immature, two spread legs, and a Christmas without a baby.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my RE gave to me, twelve docs in my cha-cha, eleven thousand owing, ten nights of needles, nine days of oozing, eight stupid blood tests, seven snorts of spray, six-inch dildocams, FIIIIVE MAS-TUR-BATIONSSSSS....., four freakin' eggs, three immature, two spread legs, and a Christmas without a baby.
*Numbers are not an exact reflection of treatment.
Wednesday, 26 December, 2007
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It is hilarious and heartbreaking at the same time.
I hope you had a nice holiday.
Very funny. I especially like singing out "5 masturbations" ;)
That's freaking hilarious!!!
Chicklet - i am going to pee from so much laughter!! Nice work
It is funny how something made me laugh and cry at the same time.
I am sorry that you had to have another Christmas without a baby. It is my sincerest wish that you never know another baby-less holiday.
Hugs.
Though I'm so sorry that your embryos didn't stay with you, I'm so very glad that your sense of humor has stayed with you.
Onward and upward!
HaHAha I love it ! Well done.
I didn't think there was ANYTHING funny about any of this. And yet you can find humour. So funny. You have a gift xx
Your humor is impressive. I imagine that you must be incredibly angry. I know that I would be.
Hang in there and try to do something nice for yourself.
XOXO
Brilliant! I was reading your post and listening to a grocery story commercial that was singing to their version of the 12 days of Christmas at the same time, so I had musical accompanient.
I'm impressed at your ability to keep your head up despite all of this. (((Hugs))).
You are too funny! I hope the humor helps you to release some of the frustration and anger you must be feeling right now.
I truly admire and love you Chicklet.
This is the best Christmas post ever.
(Sorry to hear the news in your last post.)
too funny! Now did you at least enjoy the 5 masturbation's, cause that seemed like the best part of the list to me :)
Oh Chicklet, that's just genius. And sad. I hope you get a better song next year.
xx
J
Okay, it's funny. But that really sucks. I'm sorry. (although I'm still laughing because I actually sang it through)
Hi there,
Thanks for the comments on my blog.
So sorry to read you've been having a shit time of it.
Von.
Too funny.
But I'm so sorry that this year wasn't the year for you. I hope 2008 turns everything around for you - quickly!
Love ya!
chicklet - I just read your timeline and you are thinking ivf#2 may be in March? that's the timeframe I'm looking at too! Okay, just a little excited to be cycle (and then pregnant) buddies! :) :) :)
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