About two years ago I started taking pre-natal vitamins. It was a couple months before we would go totally without birth control, and I wanted to be prepared. Also, it made me feel like I was joining the club, or maybe rushing the sorority, anyhow, it felt good. I was diligent. I took them everyday. I carried extras in my purse in case I forgot. Then we started trying for real, and I was especially careful to take them every day. During the mind-fuck cycles I was more diligent than you can imagine--military precision. And then last January, when I got my period on day 21, the vitamins seemed to mock me on the counter. "Perfect nutrition for mother and baby." Well my hair was looking pretty good and so where my nails, but there was no baby. Some months were harder than others. It seemed that once my period arrived it seemed pathetic and pointless to take those damn horse pills. In my darkest days, I would wait until the last moment after dinner so that I didn't have to see the bright yellow evidence of them spilling out of my body.