One for the road.

As she proded and pressed on organs I don't even know the names of, I figured this was the best place, if any, for bantering small talk.

"So, my sister's having a baby." Unenthusiastic? Maybe. It's hard to be enthusiastic about fertility when that's the last thing I want.

"OH MY!!!!!" I felt a jerk inside of me, possibly a thumbs up. She's way too enthusiastic about life. Her zealous nature makes up for my lack there of. "You know, Twenty-five years old.. wow, that's a fantastic time to rear a child. Twenty-five is when your life should begin! This is going to change you, ya know. Okay, done with the internal. A baby! Yes!"

How she could bounce back and forth from vagina business to excitement to vagina business, boggles my racing mind.

Hmm.. I wondered if she misunderstood and heard "I'm" instead of "my sister".

"How old are you? Twenty-two.. almost twenty-three? You better get thinking about these life lessons, miss!"

While dressing, I couldn't help but think of twenty-five. Twenty-five. 25. 2-5. Two decades plus five. A baby at that age? Not even three years to find a suitable mate and get me knocked up. I'm all about unconditional love from a lump of flesh that just vomits and shits, but at twenty-five.. I don't know.

My life is going to change and I'm okay with that. A little more than okay. Ya know what, maybe I'm even enthusiastic.

Maybe.