Did you know that it's National Infertility Awareness Week? Well, it is. I think probably we're all aware that infertility exists, but probably not all of us know how painful it can really be. I know I didn't.
While people are cheerfully telling you to relax, enjoy the trying, it'll happen when it's meant to, you are feeling like a big fat failure. Broken.
However. Now, thanks to the Bloggess, I think we have an Infertility Awareness Mascot. Internet, I give you bag of defective unicorns!
They want you to love them for who they are: defective and magical.
Sounds about right. As I have found no evidence of a pre-existing Infertility Awareness mascot, I am officially choosing the Defective Unicorn on behalf of everyone aboard the infertility train. You're welcome, fellow travelers. There's one item officially off our collective to do list. You can get your very own Defective Unicorn (a whole bag of them, in fact!) by following the link above. What are you supposed to do with a bag of defective unicorns? Listen, I can't figure out everything for you. I don't know your life.
Anyway, Infertility Awareness Week is almost over, so I guess we'll have to wait until next year to get the Margo t-shirts and novelty socks made. (The unicorn's name is Margo.) Probably someone else will need to be in charge of that. My work here is done.
If you haven't already read the Bloggess post I'm referring to, you really should. You know, if you're the sort of person who enjoys humor and good writing. Though if you haven't already read the story of Beyonce the giant metal chicken, you'll need to read that first for background. Also because it might be the single most hilarious thing ever written.