Hi everyone,

Have been out of action for a bit with just waiting and not really thinking whilst waiting for my AF to turn up - it still hasn't and now is two weeks overdue. I keep getting cramps and feeling irritable...grrrr....

I hope everyone is doing well - I'm not going to try to catch up as there have been three pages since my last visit...!! Just to say 'hi' and thinking of you all as always...

I usually write poetry regularly, but for some reason I have not written anything on IVF, but last night a poem turned up that I want to share with you all...I can't be there with everyone but this is a part of my heart and soul for you wonderful, warm women.

The Cradle

This cradle of mine
Can not hold the dream

With the drawing down
Of the moon
The whisper passes through
And death arrives again

There is no ceremony
No funeral pyre
No burial stone
The tears empty
To a world
That can not know

Where life is created
Life celebrated
All faith is placed
In the fertile grounds

Where then
Do I belong?

The hallowed land
Within me
Can not grow the one
So dearly grieved

That feminine essence
Is stripped
Refined
Denuded

That earthly mystery
Is stolen
Denied
Gone

Yet my cradle lies empty
Ruby sheets replaced
With each full moon
Waiting for
The dream of all dreams
Our child

Kate Bettison
19th August 2008