The funny thing about being a woman of a certain age who has decided to not have children, is that my hormones don't really care what my other biochemical processes have decided on the subject. Everytime I see a cute baby, I have the most ridiculous conversation with my ovaries in my head.
Ovaries: hey that's a pretty cute baby there don't you think we should maybe...
Me: screw you bastards. You haven't functioned properly the entire time you've been awake. You get no say in this decision.
At least I crack myself up.
