Get it together, Pitty
I have mostly been so impressed by your performance over the past five-ish years, Pitty. But this week I’m a bit irked. I mean, WAKE THE FUCK UP. I know, you’ve been on vacation from the whole menstrual cycle part of your job description. So I get that it’s going to take a minute to remember how to orchestrate ovulation and so forth. I know you’re all super focused on the perfect secretion of LH and FSH and I know you’re a total perfectionist. And I appreciate that. And I know the ovaries have been a bit sluggish about their part with the estrogen. But, honey, there’s really no point in being obsessed with it anymore. I know, that used to be aaaaaall I cared about. I used to be a micromanaging asshole, all up in your business. But things have changed, okay?
Meanwhile, are you getting the sense that you might be forgetting something?
A hint? Sure. Do you hear the screaming of that hungry infant?
Yeah. That’s right. LACTATION. You’re really dropping the ball. I need more than a tablespoon of milk to keep my baby happy, okay? So can I please beg you to switch your whooooooole focus? That would be super helpful.
Now please don’t get mad and withhold my oxytocin.