Twas the Night Before Transfer

Twas the night before transfer
And all through the house.
The surro was typing
And clicking her mouse.

The husband was nestled
with toddler feet on his head.
The dog was passed out
At the foot of the bed.

But the surro was writing
For it's all she could do.
Tomorrow's it embie.
It's all up to you.

It's been more than a year
since she first met these peeps
And on the night before transfer
She just couldn't sleep.

The excitement and hugeness
Of what tomorrow might bring
Was too much too handle
It's such a big thing.

For tomorrow she'll head
To the clinic once more.
She'll be racked with excitement
As she walks through the door.

But she's also quite nervous
just a wee tick.
She's just hoping and praying
This baby will stick.

This wee little life
Will be placed in her womb.
As she lays there sans pants
With a fully packed room.

Dr. B and the Hubs
And a rogue nurse or two
Baby Mama and Daddy
An embryologist too.

And our readers in spirit
For you've done your part
Your thoughts and your prayers
Have been in our hearts.

So let's do this thing kids.
I'm ready to roll!
Snuggle in little baby.
And please...
Please just grow.

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