He considers me just a uterus with legs.
He considers me just a uterus with legs.
I can't think of anything more scary than a woman with a scarred uterus attempting a vaginal birth at home. I'm sure it's happening, and I'm sure some women have already died because of this, and some babies have died.
Since the calf doesn't breathe in the uterus, it is totally dependent on the oxygenated blood from the mother. It was the lack of oxygenated blood that caused the death.
I had a few fibroids removed, and they left me with a Grand Canyon of scar tissue in my uterus. The doctors weren't sure I'd be able to reproduce. I was prepared for a rough road, and then out of nowhere we conceived.
We have lived through the era when happiness was a warm puppy, and the era when happiness was a dry martini, and now we have come to the era when happiness is knowing what your uterus looks like.
I have a brain and a uterus, and I use both.
I have a brain and a uterus and I use both.
These unlucky women had this bacteria hanging around and it climbed up into their uterus and set up housekeeping.
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