The state of my uterus

Thank you for all the information about your breasts! I'm fascinated by this kind of amazing variability. And I find it comforting to know there are loads of other women who go through multiple weeks of DON'T-COME-NEAR-ME-OR-I'LL-DIE-painful breasts, all for nothing. (I mean, okay, it's a sign of our bodies preparing for a possible pregnancy, so it's not for nothing, but still seems like a fucking ripoff.) But I may have inadvertently suggested that there was something interesting going on with me. Uh, NO. Part of my point was that my breasts are useless as a pregnancy barometer. And also as weather barometer. And as a vegetable peeler. The list of things my breasts are no good for goes on and on. Anyway, to convince you, here's a quick peek into my uterus. For comparison, I've included a peek into the normal uterus.

Fertile WHORES. HAAAAAAAATE YOOU! (Are you are fertile whore? Did I hurt your feelings? Sorry. But why are you reading this weblog? I mean, COME ON.) Also, a subset of wonderful infertile women, for whom I am genuinely thrilled.

Me. Click to enlarge.