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[dragonlady7]

Happy May Day!
I am celebrating all this spring and fertility by... lying in bed with awful cramps and feeling nothing but abject dread at the prospect of going in to work like this. Urghhh. Owww.

So last night I get home from work and Z asks if I'm hungry and I say well, not as hungry as I could be-- I broke down and ate a bunch of comfort food at around 4 because, well, and I launch into this long story. So it was the 30th and I was thinking, "I usually get my period by the 25th of the month," but I couldn't remember for sure, and even when I was on the Pill and it was scheduled I never knew what day the stupid thing was coming. Not that I have ever had unprotected sex in my entire life (ok, one minor accident, years ago, and that didn't even manage to make itself into a fullblown scare), but still. You hear about these freak one-in-a-million things all the time. So I'm going back through LJ trying to figure out whether it's late or not (because five days is so important, durr) but I couldn't find the last time I'd mentioned it, so I gave up and went to work.
And had been at work for all of half an hour when I started having cramps and realized, "Oh shit, here it is."
And I didn't have any supplies with me because I am an IDIOT.
Fortunately the US Air Club has a basket of sanitary napkins in their ladies' room because they are all about the catering to the needs of their passengers etcetera, and I knew that, so I had to wait half an hour until the next person came in, and then I dashed across the hall and well, you know, there was only a little bit of a mess, and our uniform is black anyway. (Thank God they don't make us wear khakis.)
But of course, I had awful cramps, and all the Tylenol in the world still always takes at least an hour to kick in, for me. I was miserable and also busy and running around like a twit and everything sucked.
So I ate some seasoned potato wedges dipped in ranch dressing. So sue me.
Z looks thoroughly disgusted. "I just wanted to know if you were hungry," he says.
I look wounded. "You don't want to hear about my day?"
"Your day, fine," he says. "I don't want to hear about your period."
"Oh," I say, "yes, yes you do. Because it's better than the alternative, isn't it?"
Z looks slightly shocked. "Oh," he says. "Yes. I suppose."

I'm slightly addicted to the blog of this woman, who is nearing the end of a pregnancy following a late-term miscarriage, and the suspense is kind of killing us all, although I am an unabashed lurker and have not left any comments because, well, what do I have to say? And I'm thinking wow, how far apart are our worlds? Pretty damn far apart. I may never actually get to a point in my life where I feel I can reproduce.

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[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

I'm going to say that to Trevor next time. I'll say, Look, I'm moody and whining right now, but it's better than a child who will be on-and-off whiny for DECADES, eh? :)

[mother2012.livejournal.com]

Because it's better than the alternative, isn't it?"

Hahahaha! You're wicked!