I woke up this morning with the absolute worst cramps (sorry if this is TMI). It was so bad that J had to take Stella for her walk because I could only manage to put on my jacket before lying down on Argo’s dog bed in the fetal position.

When J came back, we sat at the kitchen table with our coffee. J was reading feeds on his computer.

“I want a new uterus,” I told him. “You should order me one.”

“Okay,” he said, and typed uterusinto the Amazon search bar.

“Just books,” he said when the results came up. “And there’s a CD, Uterus & Human. Crap.” He looked at me. “This is really going to frack with my Amazon recommendations. ” He looked back down. “Yeah, see? Already. Friends, Season 4.”