Okay, menfolk, we are going to talk about lady stuff this morning, so you've been warned. Go leaf through an issue of Popular Mechanics or something.
So! I had to go to the doctor today for my annual lady-parts exam, which had extra-added-fun-ness because they were working on the building's heating system and it was FREEZING in there.
And! The nice lady doctor oh-so-delicately broached the subject of
oh hell I'll say it
dun dun DUNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Wow. Just - I can't possibly be old enough for that shit yet, right? RIGHT?
Right. Probably not yet. But she ran some ... tests... and said that there are some indicators that that particular choo-choo is heading down the tracks.
Which - yay, right? I mean, I've been on depo all these years because the great, overriding blessing of depo is no menstruation. And with menopause, no more periods! yay!
But then again, that means I'm old, right? Too old to pop out any kids, that's for damn sure. Although I spent my entire adult life avoiding getting pregnant, so there's that.
I just seem too ... young, somehow.
And now you guys are all howling with laughter and getting "old geezer" t-shirts made up to send me, I know. Ha!
Shit. I don't mind getting old. I guess. It beats the damn alternative, that's for sure.