Infertiles for Obama

I probably shouldn't reveal my political tendencies, but today I decided to go online to the "Barak Obama Store" to make a donation and buy a lawn sign--a little late in the game, but hopefully not too late. (Besides, I'd rather my dollars fight McCain than Clinton.) I live conveniently close to a polling place, and I have a nice corner lot, so I figure I can catch some attention while people are on the way to the cast their ballots. Not that it will matter much in the conservative farming community where I live (the guy across the street likes to talk about the "tree huggers"!). Besides, by the the time they're at the polling place, all but the fabulously senile usually know who they're voting for. But I figure it's worth a shot: that one senile lady may come along and have eyesight good enough to see my yard sign...

Anyway, Obama has all these clever signs available, depending who you are, to make sure you feel like you belong. "Hebrews for Obama," "Latinos for Obama," "Women for Obama," "Catholics for Obama." One he didn't have was "Infertiles for Obama." If he did, I would have chosen that one. I couldn't find anything on his website that speaks to infertility specifically, but since his health care plan (and general attitude and political philosophy) seem more generous than McCain's, I'm guessing it's more likely that someday, IVF will be covered just like any other medical procedure. I can't imagine not having to pay for this, or that there is a wondeful land called Arkansas where you don't have to. (When you start fantasizing about Arkansas, there is definitely something wrong.)

Not that it makes it easy. I really romanticized how wonderful getting it free would be until I talked to a friend who's sister in law is French. She'd had two rounds of IVF in France and it turns out, strangely, that the drugs make you just as crazy whether you pay for them or not. Same with the depression and stress! Obama may cure some things, but he can't cure all...