An Open Letter to My Baby Maker
Dear Reproductive System, It's been a long, exciting, and sometimes nail biting ride but like a teenager that's tapped into her second bottle of Boone's Farm, I'm sorry to say it's time to cut you off. Before heading into surgery bright and early tomorrow morning, I wanted to take a minute to properly acknowledge your contributions. To my ovaries, I want to say thank you for producing healthy, viable, single eggs each month with the precision of an expensive Swiss timepiece. Two of those lucky eggs, thankfully 36 cycles apart, met up with some fantastic sperm friends and resulted in the finest baby boys a parent could dream to create. And though you may continue dutifully to push those eggs out onto their yellow brick road to a new world, I'm afraid to say that henceforth, they will be met with a road block too perfectly engineered to subvert. To my uterus, it's been an honor. I felt merely a bystander as you grew to such astonishing ...