Frankly, this whole anovulation thing is starting to bore me.
I know the healing crap is supposed to take a while. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Whatevs. I want to pop a damn egg out of my damn ovary. At this point, I seriously don’t give a rat’s ass if it fertilizes. Just want the sucker to develop, ripen and release from my crusty old man ovaries. That is all.
Oh. I should also mention that after years of loving Oprah Winfrey, I am finally over her. She has reached a point of wealth and fame where I don’t believe she is humanly capable of identifying with the “normal” masses that once loved her. Her network is a mess–the shows are boring and unrelatable. I caught her interview with Paula Deen where she went over to Deen’s multi bajillion dollar Georgia mansion for a “slumber party” with Gail, gushed over Deen’s diabetic coma inducing buffet of lard, butter, and cheese, and then jumped on some sort of trampoline with her. The whole thing just made me sick. Screw you, Oprah.