Okay, ya know how I am about two legged, non-furry kids, right?
41 years old, never been pregnant, couldn't possibly care less, decided upon hearing about cysts on my ovaries (23 years ago) that could keep me from becoming pregnant that that was God's good idea, no biological clock, no maternal instinct or very little... right?
Well, this hurt. My heart aches for this lady. I've never heard of her before, kids and pregnancy are NOT my "thing", yet I read this with tears welling a time or two. Just like even I can feel how bad this is for this lady, I wish there was some way to give her a bit of my.... whatever it is that makes this stuff inconsequential to me... (Please let that have come out right, 'kay, God?) Is it 'indifference'? Is it that I spend about half my time wishin' I was a guy? Is it because my own mother was clearly insane when it came to me? Is it because animals are my babies? I dunno. But, something makes this stuff roll right offa me, even easier than water offa ducks back and whatever it is, I wish I could put some of it in a beautiful little basket, with tissue paper and ribbons and give it to this lady, just in case she might want it. Man... Found at Jane's.
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