Limber up those fingers, people, and get ready to count some syllables: It's time for the First Annual Infertility Haiku Competition!
Crimson droplets fall
Mournful autumn, maple leaves,
Days before beta
My Fertility Plan is sponsoring a contest to celebrate the many ways infertiles cope with their family-building challenges...
Ominous gray clouds
Smudged on the ultrasound screen:
...with real cash prizes and everything!
Gleams with promise, dreams stretched thin,
Wishful strings of snot
Entries must relate in some way to your infertility experience, and must conform to the traditional 5-7-5 convention.
Two pink lines or one?
Urine ripples, surging wish...
One. Fuck and alas.
There are two categories, serious and silly, and, hey, even a special award for medication-related haiku! (Hint: gonadotropin, five syllables. Recombinant FSH, seven.)
"Why no children yet?"
Imagine this ass, like yours,
Stabbed with 18-gauge.
Enter as many times as you like — it's free — between now and noon ET on Monday, November 24. I'm one of the judges...
Enveloped so securely:
...and I very much look forward to reading your moving, funny, and brilliant creations.
Cycle day thirteen
Winter's quiet cold descends:
"It's a numbers game,"
Says the doctor, unconcerned.
Christ, what an asshole.