Poor, poor Anne. When she failed to produce a male heir for King Henry VIII, he had her beheaded. And how long did she get? A few paltry years? At least my husband isn't plotting my ultimate demise in the near future. (Though he is contemplating buying stock in Disarrono or Kleenex.) I guess if there is any silver lining in the pile of bullsh** that is infertility, it's that we live in an age that not only allows us to cry out our feelings, but also has made it perfectly acceptable (if not downright cosmopolitan) to adopt children if need be. Thank you, Angelina Jolie.
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