A little over 5 weeks has passed since I had the poor little thing scraped and sucked unceremoniously out of me. 5 weeks on - which means, of course, I am massively premenstrual. Anywhere between 3 to 6 weeks they say, before you get your next period. 3 to 6 weeks, and it has flown by - me, being to busy to notice that we are just about up to 6 weeks with no sign of my period. But there are signs. It's the bitching season! Don't cross me or you'll hear about. Slight agoraphobic tendencies come to the fore which is probably better for all involved seeing as it is the bitching season.
Thank goodness I've been too terribly busy to notice the passing of time or I might have begun my slight paranoia of accidentally getting pregnant again earlier. How... HOW could we be so irresponsible as to have unprotected sex again, you ask!? And it is true, we have been. Idiots. We're idiots. This minor bump in our lives had set us back thousands and it might only be next year before we're back on track. And still we play a game of roulette each time we do the deed. I really don't think love of my life thinks we could have another oopsie. Either that or he doesn't care cause i ask about protection and he just shrugs and what the hell, in the heat of the moment, there really is no way we'd stop. Total morons. That is exactly what we are.
So almost 6 weeks and ready to bleed away again. Just waiting, relishing the bitching season which had been absent since September. The irrational annoyance I feel at ALL things. The bloated belly and need to yell at people for any small thing. Interesting that it's almost a year to the anniversary that i flew off to Hornsby, starting this dramatic saga. It's been a crappy year. But maybe that's just the bitching season talking... Maybe, but I don't think so.
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