My surgery date has been confirmed for April Fools' Day, and that means March 2014 is the last month I will ever spend, ever, in the constant company of my own uterus.
Just yesterday I had a proper meltdown about all of it — and I do mean ALLLLLLLLLL of it.
Of course on the one hand, I want the organ gone. But its shenanigans have been integral to my very identity for such a long time. A lifetime, really. So it will be interesting to learn what all comes up (and out?) along with it.