At the tender age of 14, I received my first unexpected communication. My mother had prepared me for this moment, discussing the ins and outs of what was to come, but I still found myself bewildered when the message arrived.
Uterus: Hey there!
Me: Who’s this?
My mother was emotional when I shared the news, tenderly brushing my cheek and wrapping me in a comforting embrace. I nodded, feeling an unusual sense of discomfort within my own skin.
As the months rolled by, I grew accustomed to the regular messages from my uterus, yet the awkwardness lingered. I had inherited a uterus that could rival the fiercest of storms in terms of menstrual cycles, and it seemed to thrive on unpredictability.
Uterus: Wassup?!
Me: You again?
Just when I thought I had a grasp on her behavior, she would throw me a curveball.
Uterus: 3…
Me: Huh?
Uterus: 2…
Me: Wait!
Uterus: 1…
Uterus: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Me: Not the surprise I was anticipating.
Responsibility was never her strong suit.
Uterus: Oops! My bad.
Me: In the library…on cloth seats…seriously?!
Uterus: It’s been 4 hours since we last visited the restroom—are YOU kidding ME?!
Like any relationship, we eventually reached a level of comfort where we could speak freely with one another, a bond that allowed for sass and banter.
Me: Did you get the Advil I sent? Should have arrived by now.
Uterus: I saw it, but I’m just not feeling it. Let’s find some Aleve and binge-watch Titanic.
Uterus: What’s on the agenda tonight?
Me: Dinner with friends.
Uterus: OMG, we need to order dessert!
Me: I’m trying to be mindful of what I eat.
Uterus: Right, so two desserts and most of the chips and salsa?
One day, while curled up on the couch binge-watching A Baby Story on TLC, I had an epiphany about my uterus. I reflected on that initial message in the bathroom stall and all the inconvenient ones that followed. I remembered the ruined underwear, the urgency to find a restroom, and the fatigue and cramps that Midol commercials always seem to detail during rounds of Wheel of Fortune.
For 14 years, my uterus had remained quiet, only to emerge dramatically during adolescence, and I had resented her for it. But as I watched new mothers weep over their slimy newborns, I realized that despite her quirks, my uterus was pretty remarkable. So, I raised my glass of green tea and a piece of dark chocolate toasting to the day I would receive the most beautiful message of all:
Uterus: Baby on board.
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Summary:
Navigating the complexities of having a uterus can feel like a rollercoaster ride filled with surprises and challenges. From awkward messages to unexpected symptoms, this relationship can be perplexing yet ultimately rewarding. Recognizing the power and potential of our bodies, especially during significant life moments, allows us to embrace the journey of motherhood with humor and grace.