Just thought this was funny...

From: http://www.parenthood.com/article-topics/article-topics.php?Article_ID=11522
One Woman’s Musings on Her Journey from Infertile Myrtle to Marveling Mom

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My Life on a T-Shirt

By Tessa Falk

I used to call myself “Infertile Myrtle.” In fact, I wore a handmade, fitted black T-shirt with this self-dubbed moniker emblazoned across the front in hot pink letters. I had even contemplated starting a T-shirt line for other like-minded, want-to-be mommies such as myself, called InfertiliTees. Because, I thought: “Even Barren Babes Deserve to Laugh.”

And though I had come up with a slew of slogans: “Fertilize This” and “Strong Swimmers Apply Within,” just to name a few, my favorite had to be “Clomid Queen.” This name, in reference to the fertility drug, became my personal calling card and, ultimately, my saving grace.

For as long as I had known I wanted children, I had also known I would have to fight my body every step of the way to make it happen. I don’t know where the notion came from or why, but fears of infertility became my self-fulfilling prophecy.

I often posed the question: “If it takes two to tango, how many does it take to make a baby?” For me, the answer would take two years, 10 months and eight days to appear. Not to mention requiring the efforts of dozens of doctors, specialists, product and pill manufacturers, family and friends and, of course, my T-shirt, which allowed me to laugh even on the days I thought I’d never laugh again.

Though the battle for baby was just that – a battle of strength, will, determination and desire, character, patience, persistence and peace – I wouldn’t change one single step. Because doing so would mean I wouldn’t be where I am today, holding my son in my arms.