It appears that you and my ovaries need a pep talk. You see,
I'd really like to conceive another baby so I need you two to work together. We
all need to be on the same team in order to make this happen.
I understand you probably have been enjoying having your own
space since you evicted my son more than two years ago. I can't imagine you
like having Aunt Flo visit though. I know I don't. She has been a bad-news
messenger lately. And, she totally overstayed her welcome last cycle.
It'd be great if you could start preparing my womb for one more
baby. It's beautiful and amazing the way you grow a baby. Also, I totally miss
my baby bump.
Now, if there is something wrong, please tell me so we can get
things sorted out. I hate playing these guessing games with you each month. For
all I know, my eggs have been uniting with my husband's sperm, but aren't
willing to move in. You need to be a good hostess, Uterus. Convince them to
have their romantic encounter, then sign the nine-month lease.
Get this done, Uterus. I know you can do it. You helped me out
with my other two kids. Let's get the baby-making team back together for one
Darcy, anxiously waiting to get pregnant
P.S. Please don't make me find other ways to coerce you to
cooperate. But if it is really Ovary's fault you better pass this along.