Once upon a bed rest, I googled "irritable uterus", and your hilarious blog popped up.
You made me laugh, you made me cry, you became a beacon of sarcasm through the darkness of seriousness that was my life for 20 some odd weeks.
But now my sympathetic suffering has taken on a new meaning. I've broken out in three different rashes.
Now, they're nothing like your horrible, weeping, wailing, disgusting (sorry) horror of a rash. But seriously, three different rashes?
How did you deal, sister? We are bound by more than our angry baby bags now. I itch with you, my friend. I think of you with each satisfyingly painful scratch. Give me guidance!
Love,
Me
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Dear Kelly's Skin,
Quit being a rashy asshole. Seriously. Don't make the uterus come after you.
I sent you an email my dear. Know that I'm sending you a giant healing hug while wearing a face mask, gown, gloves and a bottle of disinfectant.
Kelly, this is a random question, but I have to ask... where did you get the name Cohen? Or, more specifically, did you name him after Seth Cohen from The O.C.? My sister is a HUGE O.C. fan (and I've watched many an episode myself), and she wants to name one of her future sons Cohen after the one from the show. I think it's a cute name too, but I think I'd go with Seth first (so she can have Cohen). Anyway, just wondering.
Kelly...where are you. Me worried.
Love
Me
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