Cramps in my stomach.
They’ve been getting worse as of late. It’s not pain I’m feeling, so much as a discomfort. I guess you could say I’ve never been more aware of having a stomach until now. But then, I’m two years shy of fifty, and changes are beginning to occur inside me that I should be expecting. Or so my mom used to tell me back when I was young enough to blow her advice off. But I have to face facts: the end of the road for the reproductive cycle is upon me. What the f**k? I was just twenty-five like last year.
Just the thought of female machinery entering this new, let’s call it a more mature phase, might reduce some women to tears. Women who feel as if they didn’t bear enough children maybe. But I’m jumping for absolute joy at the prospect. What I’m trying to say is, I’ve bee
