I have this thing about grown women with childhood fetishes. I think it's because my middle school friends somehow aligned themselves with Winnie the Pooh characters-- one affiliated herself with Tigger and henceforth could only wear clothing that bore his image, while another surrounded herself with stuffed likenesses of Eeyore. There was something about it that made me think of the porn trope of slutty schoolgirls. I think my friends wanted to appeal to boys by hiding their power and personhood. Claim it, yo.
So when I see a grown woman, unironically, refer... Okay, what she wrote was, "All embies made it to blasts and frosties!" I don't know how to provide adequate commentary. EMBIES, for chrissake.
That's why I don't like to read fertility forums.