Donald Trump Stole My Baby

I recently realized I’ve been attempting to conceive for almost the exact period of time you-know-who has been on the political scene, and suddenly it all makes sense. Suddenly the anger fades, replaced by a calm glow of understanding.

I’m not being punished, or having my patience tried; I may not even have anything physiologically wrong with me. Maybe my baby is simply looking down from whatever cosmic cloud he/she inhabits and is like, “yeah, no.”