Surprisingly the most difficult part of this impending Ute-removal is that, despite our resolution to have no babies, and my advanced maternal age, it will see the end of any possibility of procreating.
I have no idea why this is even a thing, but I’ll ascribe it to hormones or fear of change or … something?
Nonetheless, the bag is packed, kindley well-stocked and exhorbitant medical billz paid.
It will be rather nice to live like a human (however aged) again.