Do you ever feel...you know, not so fresh?
Progress! My period began today, 35 days after my D&C. It hurts. A lot.
I can't tell if it's worse than a normal period, as I'm told post-miscarriage cycles often are, or if it's just the absence of ibuprofen that's making it seem that way. Either way, the result is the same: I am an evil-tempered, foul-mouthed booby trap of a girl just waiting to explode all over some poor hapless passerby.
I hope Paul's up on his guerrilla tactics.
Even though I'm supposed to wait until the Sunday after my period begins, I started the pill today. I decided, with my extensive body of medical knowledge, that one day surely couldn't make much of a difference. (No, and don't call me Shirley or I'll tear your goddamn throat out.)
I just couldn't stand the thought of being put off by yet another week. I could tell Paul was debating whether to object he made the wise decision not to, and may live to fight another day. But I make no promises.