Wait, wait, wait. I feel like we started off on the wrong foot (wrong ovary?)
Here I am gossiping about my designer uterus and describing the horrible, sticky story of my diaphragm without a thought for pleasantries or any kind of context. The reason I just launched into the nitty-gritties is because you're not supposed to be reading this. It's my personal diary. A journal I started to help me process the trauma of infertility.
There, I said it. Infertility.
It's where I can scribble all my TMIs and secret fears and whine like a terrible two-year-old knowing that it'll be for my eyes only. If I come across as self-indulgent and self-absorbed that is because this is my journal and no one else is supposed to see it. I don't know how you got your hands on this. You should be ashamed of yourself for reading this far.
YOU ARE READING
The Underachieving Ovary
Non-FictionDoes the word ‘endometriosis’ make you want to stick a fork in your eye? No? Then perhaps this book isn’t for you. It’s funny, and (sometimes alarmingly) frank. It contains an impressive array of synonyms for ‘vagina’ and it’s certainly NSFW. It’s a...
