HPT Blues

The HPT Blues

My temp is still up
It's day twenty-eight
Could it be, could it be
That my period is late?

I count on my fingers
I look at my chart
Could I be pregnant
Without doing an ART?

I shouldn't, I wouldn't
I won't do a test
It's a waste of money
Just give it a rest.

I say to myself
Put it out of your mind
Wait til tomorrow
See what you find.

I don't dare hope
I don't dare dream
If I don't pee on a stick
I think I may scream!