Yep. I have one. No, that’s okay…you don’t have to feel sorry for me. I’m fine. Really, I’m good. It was just kind of a shock hearing that from Dr. Magoo as I laid spread eagle on the exam table with the hot resident looking over his shoulder.
I was assuming the worst…cancer, hysterectomy, ectopic pregnancy…nope. Turns out I’m just getting old and the parts aren’t working like they used to. Part of me is totally fine with it because I don’t want any more kids. The shop has closed, the ship has sailed. However, there’s another part of me that doesn’t want to hear that I’m getting old and things are misfiring. When the doctor told me there’s only a 10% chance of conceiving naturally at my age I was truly depressed.
It’s crazy. I don’t want kids, yet I feel horrible that I probably can’t have them anyways. It’s just the fact that I’m growing out of the young, reproductive phase and into the “I don’t want to go there phase”. It sucks. Oh well. I guess I could have worse things misfiring or falling apart…like my metabolism. Wait, that already has…damn it!
Confused Woman! 
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