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ME: So, what’s your problem, you just thought you’d take up permanent residence in my ovary?
BETTERBE: Yup. It’s nice and warm in there. I like it.
ME: You could hang out in my dryer instead. It’s warm in there too.
BETTERBE: Nah, detergent makes me itchy.
ME: Well, you can’t stay. I’m evicting you.
BETTERBE: Ha! Fat chance.
ME: You owe me rent then.
BETTERBE: I don’t have any money. Nice appointment at the doctor yesterday, huh?
ME: Was that fun listening to all he had to say?
BETTERBE: Welp, it’s good to know I’m not going anywhere for awhile.
ME: I named you BetterBeGoneByMarch because I meant it.
BETTERBE: Well, you should’ve thought of a better name, like BetterGetUsedToMeHangingAround.
ME: How about Better-get-out-of-my-body-before-I-have-the-doctor-excise-you?
BETTERBE: You are too funny. Are we getting fries today?
ME: Why?
BETTERBE: I like french fries.
ME: Well then I guess I’ll be skipping the McDonalds trips from now on.
BETTERBE: That’s just mean.
ME: Good. I want to be mean to you. I can’t STAND you.
BETTERBE: Now, is that any way to talk to yourself?
ME: (pause and think for a moment) Yes.
Thanks, ladies, for all your support while I figure out this cavern in the road of infertility. Your well-wishes will get me through. I am grateful for the body that I have that breathes, and beats, and moves, and thinks. But, I’m not feeling so grateful that it’s failing me in the ovary department.
Nope, for that, I’m completely and passionately torqued off.
