Tide - Stop F'ing Rolling Already!
First, I offer a sincere apology to any University of Alabama alum.
Second - WTF?!?! The exuberance of the crimson tide is getting way out of hand. Tide - you can stop rolling at any time, and sooner would be preferred to later. I have now soaked through three pairs of knickers (something I haven't done since I was probably 12 years old and caught unawares), a pair of pants, and two skirts in the last two days. Mind you, at all times I was wearing a super absorbency tampon and a damn panty liner. And yes, all three of these things happened within an hour of changing out the tampon. An hour.
Thus bringing to an end the 35 and 1/2 day cycle, instead of my usual 27-29 days. Considering I ovulated on day 15-16, that was a long long time to wait for the inevitable.
This is so not cool. Vicodin was my friend yesterday and helped alleviate the "oh god this hurts so bad I think I'm going to vomit" cramps. But today - I'm at work and drafting something important so that's not going to fly.
On a good note, our home is finally ours alone - well aside from some of her shit still hovering in the basement. We spent all Saturday morning (yes, while I was gushing like the fucking red sea mind you) helping her move out. Do you think we got even so much as a thank you? For being the only ones suckered into helping her move? For housing her rent and bill free for over two months? Ha ha! Of course not. Nope. not a single thank you. And when we went downstairs to the basement, what did we find? Um, twelve of my glasses (all dirty) and more dirty dishes piled up. Oh - and did I mention the entire basement reeked of cat urine, or that there was cat shit smeared on the basement floor? Smeared ladies and gents - and left there for god only knows how long.
But - it's over. At least mostly over. I just want my key back now.
On a good note, I called the RE's office Friday with a stupid question, and left a message assuming they'd get back to me sometime between now and oh never - and a nurse called me back within THIRTY minutes. I nearly fainted.
posted by April @ 12:33 PM
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8 Comments:
Wow. That much blood is really, really strange.
I'm starting to wonder, between the copious amounts of blood and the late CD1, if you're actually having a very early miscarriage. Did you ever succumb to the lure of the stick?
I'm having the same problem as you. Usually by now I'm wrapping things up, instead I'm soaking through left and right. What's going on?
I had the same thought as Molly. It does seem like an awful lot of blood for a regular period.
Thirty minutes, eh? Check this bitch out...my doc, who I regularly email, has been on holiday for a month. Yes, a month of IF limbo. Anyway, I sent him an email three weeks ago not knowing he was away, and when does he get back to me? Late this morning. This is why I love him.
I think I agree with Molly.
As I read the post, I have to admit having the same thoughts as the others. When I miscarried at 5 weeks, it was the first time since I was a wee little lass that I leaked at night. Of course, it's so hard to tell and speculation can be so frustrating.
Good riddance to bad rubbish on your house guest.
Perhaps you should consider changing the locks, just to be safe?
Tide - it sounds really bad for you right now. It seems so weird that it is so heavy.
As for the guest, I so KNOW what you mean. When my cousin and his wife left there was no thankyou. Even though I supported them for 3 months. Nothing. Cat shit smeared what's with that?
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