Melissa, starry-eyed soy-lovin' Expatriated Zulu (oddharmonic) wrote,
Melissa, starry-eyed soy-lovin' Expatriated Zulu

The TMI light is flashing until I stop talking about my reproductive system.

This is the third time in six weeks I am bleeding. I know I probably wasn't grateful enough for only menstruating 4-5 times a year before I got pregnant with Laurel, but this is not funny.

If it doesn't let up by Monday, I'm calling the clinic.

I'm sure they'll give me guff for not having had a pelvic in nearly three years, but at this point I'd be very happy if they'd finally approve me for permanent sterilization since talking to my PA about getting an IUD in March resulted in "let's wait until you're older." Bah. If there's any way I can swing a tubal or an essure out of this, I will. One kid is more than enough for me and if they can put me through menopause now I'd be so happy I'd throw a party.

I really should make a TMI light one of these days -- my lunch table from D'Evelyn probably still remembers it, along with the blinking sarcasm light and the Revel nipple lid (which Will helpfully opened into Kevin's surprised face almost every day *chuckles*) -- man, I wish I could still get that stuff. I loved Ginger Payne for donating flats to the Evergreen music department so I could live all musical season off the fruity-spicy caffeinated goodness. And thinking about that makes me feel better. Now all I need is that hug returned from Andy via James and I'll be set, although Andy gives the best hugs. I wish I could jump out of planes too -- you Airborne people have all the fun. *wry grin*
Tags: 618.1 women's health, 978.8_colorado
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