What was I doing?

It is as if, overnight, my body paused, looked around confused, and asked,

“Now what was it I was supposed to be doing…? Oh right! I have eggs to incubate! Let me get on that!”

And just like that, all the side effects of growing several months’ worth of eggs kicked in: waves of fatigue and malaise, aching hips and knees, and small little stabs of discomfort in my lower abdomen as my organs shift around my tender, swelling ovaries.

There are only 6 eggs this time around, but I will go for quality over quantity. I am not looking to have a litter after all! All it takes is one good egg