So.
I have one ovary.
And two oranges sitting in front of me, staring back lovingly. Towards my invisible ovary.
My poor little baby.
All these years and I never missed a period in my life! i.e. 17 years of constant pedaling away.
Producing eggs, crazy hormones & truckloads of PMS-y outbursts to match all those "pair-laden" women and more.
Never did she let me down.
I never felt different. Ever.
Never suspected.
Even my single ovary is a perfectionista.
I'm doomed.
Photo Courtesy http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orange_(fruit)
I have one ovary.
And two oranges sitting in front of me, staring back lovingly. Towards my invisible ovary.
My poor little baby.
All these years and I never missed a period in my life! i.e. 17 years of constant pedaling away.
Producing eggs, crazy hormones & truckloads of PMS-y outbursts to match all those "pair-laden" women and more.
Never did she let me down.
I never felt different. Ever.
Never suspected.
Even my single ovary is a perfectionista.
I'm doomed.
Photo Courtesy http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orange_(fruit)
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