Dear Infertility,

I gotta hand it to ya, those five years were rough.
Just awful.
You did one heckuva number on me.
I cried a lot.
I slipped into an abyss of self loathing.
I felt really {and impressively}sorry for myself.
I was sufficiently miserable...

But do you wanna know what I've discovered?
That seven year gap ='s brothers who ACTUALLY like each other!

So, I know I said I hated your guts...
And that I wished you'd die a slow and painful death all alone in a dank and stinky cave somewhere...
But I  think I {sort of} forgive you...

...well, at least a little.

Xo,
Lola