I went for a bike ride and was reflecting on my day yesterday when suddenly I felt the unfamiliar pain of Ginsu knives sticking inside my innards. My periods always felt like my uterus was falling out and ovulation was the Ginsu knives. Ovulating? Come on – this is 110 days without a period and now my body is going to ovulate – it’s like some Karmic joke.
The bike ride was no picnic but I stayed out there for two hours and when I got home, J and K stopped by and wanted to know if I wanted lunch. I said my mind was preoccupied. Seeing how I was ovulating possibly for the last time in my life, I felt the sudden urge to call up one of the good looking, smart men (I listed off a few in the hood) to see if they would come over and get me pregnant. What the hell – why not?