Just what are we all "pausing" for?
And when do we hit the Men-o-PLAY, forget the Men-o-REWIND, maybe Men-o-fast forward?
With all I've been told, I expected to be walking down the street when my entire uterus would drop out, like a rusty car engine. I'd pick it up and toss it into the trash can... Crying spells? Sure, but I start laughing and everyone wants to know what the joke is!

Just some thoughts on the inevitable...