It's about to get all yucky,

up in here, so if you don't want to hear about "whatsbeenhappeninginmyladybusiness".......then go away.

Evidently, because I am super special, and super lucky, I get to have TWO periods this month. Admittedly the first one was more of a "think I am, could it be, maybe not, oh well its over now" type affair.

This one has been more of a "dear god in heaven above stop this now because i think i am going to die" type affair. And that was only on day one. Periods, for me, are like sex after having a baby. Incredibly painful. The first couple are brutal.

I woke up this morning, at 2am, feverish and feeling like my appendix had burst. I was in agony. I was scared and couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. Then it occured to me. Aunt Flow, the old bitch was back. At least then I was awake enough to know that though I felt like I was going to die, it was a pretty unlikely outcome.

Emotionally, I expected this to be harder. But despite the yuk factor, the pain factor (and the potential for dying), I am actually glad to have a period. It means my body is regulating. Things are settling back into routine, the hormones are gone. Most importantly it means i can start keeping track of my cycle again. As soon as we get the Ok to try again, we're going to, which means I need to know when I'm ovulating. This will make that much easier.

I never, in a million years, thought I'd be happy for a period. As long as I'm hopped up on pain medication, I actually can be happy about this! I'm sure that will change, likely as soon as i start doing pregnancy tests - But right now - I'm almost, (not quite but almost) grateful.