“You Know What You Did, Uterus.”

I promise, this isn’t a horror story (well, at least not a graphic one), or fiction, or even one of those bitter diatribes of an angry woman, who is furious at the world for reality playing such terrible tricks on her. This isn’t even the beginning, though I am close to the end, of this story. But like all good stories, it has a villain and a hero.

It does have a beginning, and one that I’ll get through as quickly as I can so that you can move on through your day. I was a girl once, and I looked forward to that mysterious and rarely spoken of (and never detailed in any…