So I got a package from Kentucky Cousin a couple nights ago, and when I opened it there was just a pile of cat figurines. I immediately started laughing and setting them up on display, and each one I set up only made me laugh harder. Because cat figurines. I didn't even need the attached note to explain what the gift meant, but I still wanted to frame it when I saw it because it just said "Merry Fucking Christmas! <3 Aunt Flo". If you don't get it, read this and then realize how great this present is and then come back.
It's a great present, right!?
And I really needed this gift right now because sometimes I forget why I started this blog and what the title really means to me. Infertility sucks. It's the worst. It's full of pain and heartache and disappointment and mood swings and well-meaning but incredibly insensitive questions and embarrassing symptoms and inopportune crying fits and invasive doctor visits and scheduled sexytimes and jealousy and insecurity and bitter aliens from the planet Clomid who take over your body and make you furious for no reason.
But it's also funny! Or at least, it can be. And I want this blog to be a place where I can look PCOS in its ugly face and tell it a knock-knock joke.
For example:
Knock knock.
Who's there?
A pregnant woman.
A pregnant woman who?
A pregnant woman who has five seconds to get off my lawn before I strap her down and blow up her Facebook feed with pictures of MY stomach all day for the next nine months. Enjoy, fatty! You'll never be this skinny again!
So anyway that's why I'm here. Turning infertility into WINfertility since 2014. And I hope I can make you smile in the process.
Here's a picture of the new display in my living room:
