Due 2 days ago, according to her calculations and today is Friday !!! I've been having sleepless nights since last Saturday!! So it wasn't a good idea to go commando and spooned her while she was...
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Yesterday, I started menstruating and got good news. Today, I was cramp free and flowing a'plenty and I got the BEST FUCKING NEWS EVAAAAH. I will loop all of ya's shortly. I have a few phone calls to make and e-stalks to send. You know how you do. This weekend, I'll be spilling like nobody's bizola. All's I can say is The Kid's an angel and he's really looking out'fah his mama.
I think Niagara is missing its Fall. Let's not have a *panic-picnic. I found it at 3AM between my thighs. Too bad it's not a holiday weekend, Taco Grand Rapids could make some serious bank on tourism.It appears that a few stragglers have made it through without paying admission--fuckers. My mothah fuckin' cock suckin cramps have escalated beyond savage. Each womb gripping runner is laughing riotously at my heating pad and pain pills. I've been tossing and turning like a fish outta water all night. I'm overtired and in pain. Argh...I am grateful. I'm menstruating and everything is working. Thank God!*thank you, izzy
I started my menses yesterday. It came on strong, fast and hard. My womb is an outpouring of emotion. Oy, I'm just one hot mess, eh?! I am so happy to be menstruating. Everything is working and in order and right on time.
**Images: current views** Mitigating circumstances have exacerbated the death of my son. Not to diminish the weight of his death or the impact it has had on my life. Regardless, I would be the mess I am today and in the Jewiest of mourning. Oh, how I pine. Big pineage. That said. Dr. P said, Katie, you have to start to build anew. Anew? What an odd and antiquated choice of words for "In a new and different way, form, or manner." Fuck him. Though, he's right. I just don't want to agree with him. I wish I could chose not to. I can't. Channel your anger, your grief and your emptiness productively, my mother says. She's right, too. I write. I knit. I scream. I yell. I cry. I sweat. I walk. I stretch. Bupkas. Now, I am trying to blog. This week, I want to catch up on my favorite blogs and comment. (Bored yet? Disgusted with me yet? Me too.) Today, I decided to menstruate. Yes, Mountjoy, I am menstruating. My menses commenced late this morning. It felt like a forceful gush of agony ru
the gates have opened and my flange is flowing with fire engine red blood. it's a crampy, gushy gaza strip between my sweet thighs. it's a shame they don't make bush pads. though, I'd never shove a bushpon up my snatch, I'd happily bleed all over his smug, disgusting ass. and I love menstruating! love it.
we're 3-days into the war zone betwixt my thighs and my ovum is giving me one hell of a ride this month. cramps. clots. and a tsunami flow. this menses just might make it into the menstrual hall of fame. a girl can dream. today it hit me that change really is brewing in my direction. I can't tell you how happy this makes me. I had a very busy day. I mean really busy. do ya's ever listen to vintage tupac? have you heard the songs dear mama or keep your head up? beautiful. dear mamakeep your head up
at approximately 5 am, the lips parted for the womb to percolate one unfertilized egg. I will admit that I love my menses. it reminds me that everything is in working order. mind you, I could do without the crampers. rye rye, self help, any thoughts on my cycle this month?
my god, I am SERIOUSLY MENSTRUATING. I'm talkin' no joke bleeding, yo. it is a war zone betwixt heeblette's thighs. I sent in an army of pads and plugs. drugs for crampage and still no reprieve.oy vey.
