A Ceremony for our Ovaries

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When my 31-yo daughter told me “Janet Jackson is pregnant and she is your age, can you imagine being pregnant again?” I said HELL NO! But…

First, I confirmed the HELL NO one more time, followed with a shudder just for good measure, and then I went on with my life without thinking about it again.

Until last night.

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A ceremony for our ovaries

It was after midnight and I couldn’t fall asleep, so I turned on TV. I decided to watch a recorded sitcom, The Middle. Have you seen that one? It’s noting glamorous but I like it for two reasons:

  1. The mom, Frankie Heck, is Debra (Patricia Heaton) from Everybody Loves Raymond, and who doesn’t love Raymond, right?
  2. It’s about a middle-age, middle-class, middle-America family living in Indiana (where I reside) facing the day-to-day struggles of home life, work, and raising children. Mom uses a sense of humor to try to steer her family through life’s ups and downs.

Why does this matter?

So last night Frankie becomes sad when her doctor informs her that her ovaries are shriveled up, which means her days of having kids are over.

“My ovaries are like raisins and not the cute, plump California ones that dance and wear gloves. They’re like the hard, shriveled, sad, deformed ones in Raisin Flakes we get from the Frugal Hoosier.” complained Frankie to her husband.

Can you relate?

I didn’t. Not until she said, pointing to her crotch area, “They don’t shut men’s factory down. I liked knowing it was still open and now it’s all red-tagged and padlocked with bulldozers in a parking lot. I wish I could still have a baby if I wanted to, but I don’t want to.”

Can you relate now?

I did. That’s exactly what I said when my doctor informed me of my raisin ovaries some 10 years ago. That’s right my friend, my factory has been padlocked for that long.  I took it hard, although it was short lived. I mean I didn’t want a baby at the ripe old age of 40, but I wanted it to be MY choice. Mother Nature was putting a big ugly label on me that read YOU’RE OFFICIALLY OLD and the only thing you can produce are raisins! I didn’t feel old even when I turned 50, by the way.

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How did Frankie Heck handle it?

Not good. One night her and Mike, Mr. Heck, were babysitting a neighbor’s baby. They drove around the neighborhood to make her fall asleep and reminisced about times they did it with they own kids. At one moment they remembered a bump in the road ahead and braced themselves for a waking baby, but there was no bump. Frankie lost it: “THEY PAVED THE BUMP!”

I lost it with her and wept like a baby (I guess you had to be there).

I wanted, may NEEDED that bump to be there! “One moment you’re driving your baby around to fall asleep and the next your doctor tells you he can’t find your ovaries. That should be marked in some way. Everyone makes a big deal when you get married and have a baby, but no one is having a ceremony for your shriveled ovaries. They deserve more respect!”

“Like when a player retires and they hoist his jersey into the rafters.” Said Mike with guy’s perspective.

“Yes, they got the job done and deserve some sort of a send-off for their years of service. They deserve more of an ending, they deserve a goodbye.” SNIFF.

No, I don’t wish my hands constantly smelling like butt cream, but at least there were butts that needed me. Now I feel like no one gives a rat’s butt. OH MY WORD, I think I’m having an empty nest syndrome all over again. Or maybe I’m just sad my ovaries didn’t get a proper goodbye.

If you’d ask me now, after my night spent crying over my raisins if I could imagine being pregnant again I would still say HELL TO THE NO!

Do we need a ceremony for our ovaries?

I’d like to know how you cope with getting old. Even if you’re still young but have kid(s), you certainly think of a day when they’re grown, out of the house, and you only have raisins left. What kinds of emotions stir up your night?


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    Beth @ Binky's Culinary Carnival
    May 2, 2017 at 5:36 pm

    LMAO! I just stumbled across this post Jaz! I repeat, LMAO! Now, if you want to feel sorry for a sister, my youngest (of 2) was born on my 40th birthday! Yup, you got it, let’s just do this thing all over again! i’m rally too old for a 16 year old! Now, the babies, I could get used to because I could send them home to their parents!!!!!!!!

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      May 2, 2017 at 8:39 pm

      Ha ha, Beth! I think I like my faith now better than yours, lol. Cheers to our ovaries! 😀

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    Angie ~ ambient wares
    February 22, 2017 at 10:18 am

    Definitely an interesting read and I’ve seen that one! Love Patricia Heaton 😀 Thank you for sharing this with us at Funtastic Friday!

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      February 22, 2017 at 9:40 pm

      So glad you watched it too! The show is sometimes silly, but they always have a good message at the end 🙂

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    Alicia Owen
    February 16, 2017 at 5:19 pm

    I definitely read this post at the worst possible time. I’m in the throes of a terrible “lady cycle”, so am currently looking at the future when I don’t have to worry about this crap wistfully. ha ha However, I’m only 30 so I would be very said if I had shriveled up raisins as I DON’T think I’m quite done with them yet. 😉 Stopping by from the This is How We Roll hop.
    P.s. I live in Indiana too! We’re near Bloomington. 🙂

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      February 16, 2017 at 10:23 pm

      Hi, Alicia! You’re still too young and not even close to have raisins, lol. Nice to meet a neighbor – sometimes I think Indiana is out of everyone’s radar, ha! Wishing you a wonderful weekend!

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        Alicia Owen
        April 10, 2017 at 12:44 am

        I feel that way about Indiana too…But it’s not as bad as when we lived in Arkansas for a few years. My husband and I had a running joke that news and weather forecasters weren’t allowed to say “Arkansas” or acknowledge it in any way. lol

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          April 10, 2017 at 12:14 pm

          Lol, really? That bad? 😀

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    Sue from Sizzling Towards 60 & Beyond
    February 13, 2017 at 7:35 pm

    I must admit I felt a little wistful when my daughter was pregnant as I knew my days of pregnancy had passed. I can though enjoy my darling grandson so that is a plus. Thanks for sharing with us at #OvertheMoon link party.

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      February 13, 2017 at 9:37 pm

      I didn’t have an easy pregnancy or a birth, so I didn’t miss that part at all, lol. I’m blessed that my daughter lives near by and I can enjoy my granddaughters as often as I want. Happy Valentine’s Day, Sue!

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    Mrs Shoes
    February 13, 2017 at 10:30 am

    I watched that show too! And I felt that way too! Funny!
    Isn’t it odd how, just when you can’t anymore, God gives us this deep desire for another child? I think maybe it’s His way of ensuring we will love & care deeply for our grandchildren. Or, in my case, my pretend grandchild; blood grands may be years away (or so my children tell me, despite being 27 & 24) but my deep need is mostly satisfied for now by looking after Mamy two days a week.

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      February 13, 2017 at 2:55 pm

      I’m so excited you watch that show too! 😀 Grandchildren are Mother Nature’s way of making it up to us for getting old. It’s like a do-over but without the stress and responsibilities, ha! I can’t even begin to explain the love you feel for your grands. You’ll see! Thanks for visiting and happy Valentine’s!

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    February 12, 2017 at 5:15 pm

    I had the opposite reaction. I was thrilled not to have to worry about pregnancy any more! It was the most freeing, liberating thing in the world and I was ready to leave the worry, inconvenience, and mess behind. I’m sorry you didn’t feel the same but it interesting how everyone reacts differently.

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      February 12, 2017 at 6:23 pm

      Hi, Shelley! I was only 40 and it came so abruptly, without a warning, so I guess I was shocked. Like mentioned, it was shortly lived and I didn’t want any more kids for sure. My daughter was almost 20 at that time. I was lucky to had an easy finale, lol. Done and done (aside for a couple of hot flashes). You’re right! It is interesting to see how different we are. Can you imagine we all experience things the same way? The world would be so boring 😀 Happy Valentine’s Day and thanks for stopping in!

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    February 10, 2017 at 4:35 pm

    Where to begin!!! Although I never thought of having ceremonies and saying goodbye for ovaries!

    Hmmm…I do think what it would be like to not hv any kids living at home…l miss them already! No more baby cuddles…:( Every once in a while, I thought I wouldn’t mind having another one. But reality hits and then I’m ok with having 2!

    So sorry you cried…sending you lots of hugs. Xxx.

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      February 10, 2017 at 7:03 pm

      Thank you, sweetie! A pity party once in a while does the soul good, lol. I’m “ovar” it, 😛

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        February 17, 2017 at 4:01 pm

        Corny…. :p

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          February 17, 2017 at 9:26 pm

          I’ll ask you in a decade or two, lol. 😛

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