Not Dying Isn’t the Same as Living
I think you know you're officially old when you age out of the breeding pool. I don't meant that there aren't women getting pregnant at my age, but it seems that waiting for children is something people in cities do. In the country, well, Denver is country in ways you city folk wouldn't understand. In the country these guys are set up to breed as soon as the age of 23. There's really nothing more horrifying to me than the idea of having a literal teenager in my house, and trying to start or adopt now is obviously out of the question. Luckily there is no accidental way for me to get pregnant since we are covered in every sense. Don, who tragically has suffered every insane conflict incited by a woman, has been snipped and I had my own little implanted mirena thing to ensure nothing ever latched on. Since we're engaged, I realize it's okay now to get this thing removed though I feel a little naked envisioning life without it. Not that his body is going to bridge the scar tissue and find a way over-but it's the only thing that is definitively female about how I ...
