Hey Girl, You Rock

If you are a friend of mine, and you have listened to me over the last months, listened to me cry and complain and worry, you rock.

If you raised your hands in the air and yelled, "yes!" when I told you how many follicles I had, you rock.

If you had a drink with me because I got a BFN, you rock.

If you ever had a conversation with me about how hard it is to read an OPK result, or how big my follices were for IUI, or whether my basal body temperatures are normal, you rock.

If you told me that Dr. Evil deserved to lose his job, you rock.

If you cried because I was crying, you rock.

If you called me to ask my how an appointment went, you rock.

If you offered to give me my IVF shots, you rock.

I could go on and on. Every single one of those was at least one friend. How lucky am I?