![[Author watching sketchy, shadowy figures push prams on a sidewalk hand on their stomach.] Before my hysterectomy I felt a pang of old guilt about being a vessel too broken for use. Shards leftover from ongoing deconstruction.](https://i0.wp.com/theflaminggoat.art/wp-content/uploads/2026/07/IMG_4358.png?resize=1024%2C1024&ssl=1)
![[Hand holding rosary beads.] I prayed for strength. Meditated on the sacredness of Choice.](https://i0.wp.com/theflaminggoat.art/wp-content/uploads/2026/07/IMG_4357.png?resize=1024%2C1024&ssl=1)
![[Author in surgical cap under bright light.] Figured after this point...if God wanted a baby from me that bad,](https://i0.wp.com/theflaminggoat.art/wp-content/uploads/2026/07/IMG_4356.png?resize=1024%2C1024&ssl=1)
![[Overhead surgery lights.] He could send an angel.](https://i0.wp.com/theflaminggoat.art/wp-content/uploads/2026/07/IMG_4355.png?resize=1024%2C1024&ssl=1)
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