It's funny, having adopted my philosophy of Letting Go, my attitude about my ovaries has been shifting. For the longest time, I've been resentful of them. I've called them names and cursed them for their slacker ways. I've blamed them over and over for all of the heartache of the last two years.
But in the last month or so, I've noticed that when I do think about them* it's with a feeling more akin to pity. Bless them, the poor little things. I've been pushing them so hard, bombarding them with hormones and they really are trying to perform, and I believe now that they are actually doing their best.
Brace yourselves, dear ovaries. You ain't seen the worst of it yet!
*Seriously though, how many women actually spend any time considering their ovaries? I'm betting it's just us IF'ers.