Saturday, August 06, 2005
Uteryou, Uterme, Uterus
Just now, bemoaning the wave after wave of excruciating, narcotic-resistant, endometriosis-powered pain emanating from my womb:
Me: "I want this uterus OUT."*
Alex: (Theatrical sigh) "Lemme get a spoon."
Me: "Not with a SPOON!"
Bella: "Mommy, what about a spork?"
Ahhh, wonderful. The humor gene, it is passed on.
*But I must make an exception for the baby-giving. I appreciate my uterus for the baby-giving. The only reason I've hung onto it for this long is in hopes of maybe being blessed with another delightful being who will make jokes about gutting me with a spork. 'Cause this one, well...totally worth the years of uterus-related agony.