I Cried During Bible Class

At church yesterday, there was a woman with her infant grandchild. They were sitting in the pew right in front of us. He was sucking on his fist and cooing and grunting and doing all those baby things. It reminded me of what my body refused to do for me and of what my body had taken from me twice. Damn these ovaries! Damn them! They're covered in cysts and refuse to release the proper hormones. The result is one very sad woman.