What if you can never find a pair of comfortable shoes? I apparently have weird feet, and all my life have never had a comfortable, well fitting, pair of shoes.

I’ve used pads and tampons that’ve been in our storage building for years and years...aside from the one pack of pads the squirrels used for nests, they were fine.

At my house, we’ve gotta feed 4 people, often times more because my mother is broke more often than not paying bills, on not a lot of money.

Folks gotta live on more than just bananas. And we personally don’t eat them because my husband is allergic and they make me sick to my stomach if I eat them more than once or twice a week.

Good job, North Carolina. First I gotta stare at those fucking Sons of the Confederacy plates, at the Trump and defunct Palin stickers, now this?

People are judgmental no matter what. You get IVF, conceive naturally, adopt, go child free...someone’s always going to judge your choices.

I’ve went through it, still don’t get it. Part of the reason I advocate adoption and the changing of adoptions laws along with sex ed and everything else.

It’s not that there aren’t enough children, there’s not enough wanted children. Not enough babies and infants of the right color in most cases.

I suggest folks adopt constantly (well not constantly, just when the issues are brought up), even fertile ones. I wish more folks chose adoption over bio children, and I wish the adoption process was easier and cheaper in the US, government and private ones. I know it’s difficult and it’s shitty that it’s the harder…

I enjoy it. I grew sharing a bed with someone or another, and rarely went without at least an arm or leg over me or me wrapped around someone else. When I finally got my own room and sleeping space, it was soooo weird. I had that for about 3 years and it was odd the entire time. Lucky for me when I moved in with my…

You’re baby free, which is one less thing people can use against you. You’re pissing off the women hating crowd by not doing your duty and giving birth and replenishing the Earth and all that.

I’ve read up on bits and pieces of aromatherapy. Lavender is supposed to help topically too. Neither do much for a full blown migraine, but if it’s all I got, it’s better than nothing.

Taking a whiff or three of peppermint oil has soothed my migraines on a few occasions...sounds crazy, but hey, I’m cool with it. I like how peppermint smells anyway. And lavender. Smells great, and makes me feel better.

No. I wouldn’t be a surrogate either. I find those things, and IVF and other fertility treatments absurd and disturbing. So much risk, money and effort because you can’t stand the idea of not having a child that’s genetically related to you? I know humans are selfish, but this is a whole other level to me.

I don’t plan to. I was answering your question about why a uterus transplant is questioned while a hand one is not.

My biggest way to save money is to buy from thrift/second hand stores. Lots of good clothes, decent pet items like leashes, litter boxes, pet beds, the occasional TV and some furniture. Oh and lots of other shit I don’t need but enjoy using like note books, photo albums and sewing supplies and books.

Earlier this year spiders got blamed for an infection in my finger. And so did staph. Neither I nor the doctors could figure out what the hell happened. A small nick (or bites?) on my finger, the next morning hand’s all swollen and streaks up to my elbow...nasty stuff.

Go pee on a stick. Trust me that’s a hell of a better thing to do than worry your ass off. Worrying and stressing can make your period late, and that only stresses you more. It’s a vicious cycle.

I’ve teased my husband about him getting a vasectomies just to be damn sure I don’t get pregnant again. I’ve also had a tubal ligation. If it makes you feel any better, I had mine when I was 21, and my doctor told me I have a higher chance of it failing due to my age (tubes can heal and carry sperm apparently after…

It’s ok to grieve. Giving your ‘lost child’ a name is...odd. But I’m not religious nor do I consider it a child.