Why Is It

That the day your period comes, an angry flash of red mocking your well-planned reproduction efforts, the world is crawling with people holding beautiful babies and obviously pregnant women?

I stood in line at Fanstasia today behind a woman with a very young, very lovely, half-asian little boy who slept like a rock on her shoulder. It was all I could do to not cry at the little half-asian baby who is currently not growing in my belly.

On the upside of things, I was able to enjoy half of a delicious toffee crunch because of that baby who is currently not growing in my belly.