Baby boom

I have a lot of titles. I am a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a friend, a med student...and metaphorically, I am the girl from 27 Dresses. My refrigerator is a collage wall of Save-The-Dates and there are enough babies around me to fill a nursery.

So in the spirit of the miracle of life:







It almost looks pretty, doesn't it? Except for the last one. The last one vaguely resembles a tangle of sprouts freeze dried to an avocado seed. But the baby talk would not be complete without these:





That's right. Two-headed sperm. I took the liberty of drawing arrows on the second image just so there is no mistake. So while my 25 to 30 year-old friends and classmates are picking out onesies, I'm thinking about this--dysmorphic sperm.

When do I get my own reality show?