Why is it that as women we have an innate need to be concerned about our eggs. Why is it that we can't just go on a date and have a great time...end of story. Why do our roomates have to remind us how much time we have left instead of being happy we had a great time. Why do we have to wonder if our eggs are petrifying inside of us with every passing moment. Why is it Amanda had to share the book with me "The Thing About Life is That One Day You'll be Dead" and depress me with the statistics and biology that scientifically explains how as I write this I am dying and so is my opportunity for giving life in the future....
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You are a baby! You will have great eggs for a long time! and yes we are all dying everyday but that's okay at least your not dying alone!!
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