That part actually made me feel better. Honestly, I give up. If one ovary is basically a polycystic paperweight in there, it matters about zero percent. Next time I'll wait until I've skipped like 8 periods and then they'll be like ah yes menopause. or maybe something down there will explode and then I can be like, see I told you. So it's win-win.
It's restaurant week this week in Hershey, apparently, so mom and I went out to dinner at this super fancy place we like because they had a special menu that was much more reasonable than their usual stuff. I had duck crostini and like the best risotto on the earth.
I'm reading Raven Boys finally. Actually I read The True Meaning of Smekday over the weekend, mostly during SATs and it was super funny. When I got to the seven magnificent genders line, I about lost it in front of the kids taking the SATs. I bet that invalidates my whole testing room.
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