Rob speaks for my ovary

[pegkerr]

[This seems weirdly petty to post, what with today's news. Still, it may give some people a smile.]

"I'm ovulating," I remarked to Rob last night. "Even though there aren't going to be any more babies." I sighed. "It's amazing . . . I guess my ovaries are the most optimistic organs in my body. No matter what, month after month, they keep hoping there is going to be another baby."

Rob grinned at me. "'Never surrender.'"

Comments

[rachet.livejournal.com]

That is adorable. Thanks for the smile. :-D

[sarekofvulcan.livejournal.com]

Petty, huh? You want petty, try linking to potterpuffs, like I did. :-)

[pinguthegreek.livejournal.com]

It's actually quite an oasis to find somethng other than thoughts on today's events. I just keep thinking that it could have happened any time. So anything that distracts me ( and others who feel as I do ) is welcome !

[pixelfish.livejournal.com]

Query: Do you know when you are ovulating because you count days? Or because you can feel the ovulation as mittelschmerz? (I'm a mittelschmerz sort of gal apparently, and I always know which ovary is pumping out the egg.)

[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

Mittelschmerz; what a great word! Yes, I can feel it.

[alfreda89.livejournal.com]

Yup. And these days it feels like a mule kicking.

[corinnethewise.livejournal.com]

Thanks for a much needed smile.

[elisem.livejournal.com]

Not petty. I agree with rysmiel, who posted today:

thread by thread the tapestry goes on. [ yesterday's nice evening out ]
[ Because the best way not to give in to terror is to live life without letting it matter. ]

[sraun]

{amused}

Irene liked it too. And we just watched part of Galaxy Quest earlier this week!

[callunav.livejournal.com]

You know, until I just reread this just now, and belatedly noticed your subject heading, I assumed Rob was exhorting you to remain steadfast in your stand against your ovaries' persistent lobbying.

I can't usually feel myself ovulating - I feel the (ouch) larger rupture two days /after/ I ovulate instead.

Which means that for years, every month I was asking (because I inevitably forgot) which side the appendix was on, and only felt reassured every other month.

[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

So did we!