While trying to conceive, one of the "infertility rites" I went through every month was a blood test on day 21 of my cycle. I would usually do this on my way to work and most of the time I was the only patient there. But one day, the waiting room was full of pregnant women, all taking their test for gestational diabetes. They were chatting and comparing pregnancy notes and I felt completely out of place. I started writing this poem as soon as I left there that day.
**If you are wondering what this is all about, read my post on November 29th.**