Once upon a time May and H got married and decided to have babies. This turned out to be spectacularly difficult, and in fact downright unwise. How can so many things be so wrong with one woman’s reproductive equipment? And May ferociously catalogued it all here, on this blog, for year after year, because it was that or run screaming into the street tearing her clothes off, and frankly the weather is not often conducive.
And then, after many years, much loss, and more gore than strictly necessary, May and H broke up.
So now we are talking about that, instead.