The Angry Uteri of TFP

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I've been on new birth control for about three months, and the period I'm on now and last month's period have been the two lightest in my recorded history. Like, almost paranoia inducing light (even though anything in there would be physically impossible...). I'm back to debilitating cramps though, which while annoying, are striking down the paranoid side.

 

Anything good? Ha ha... It's not funny, sorry. I love my Sprintec. I'll take slightly heavier flow for fewer crampage! I adjusted mine so when I go see the hubs, the commies aren't in town. Took some adjusting to, a week without hormones. Yuck.

 

Mother effing cramps ruining what would have been a perfectly wonderful day. C

 

Mother nature decided yo turn an otherwise mice shopping trip into a moody, greasy burger craving trip.

 

The Communists are seeking their revenge for my smooth shifting of the hormones out a week, so they weren't invading when I was home to see the hubs.
The angry roars are echoing against the walls of my half-empty apartment. :/

 

The commies are here! Everybody run! And give me cake!

 

I had cake yesterday, to appease the commies... Chocolate with chocolate icing. I was sick for four hours, but, damn was it worth it.
Commies wanted beer last night. Now they want grilled chicken and sweet potato fries. Much healthier. Lol.

 

Why are the commies raising their ugly heads already?! Screw this. And screw me, too.

 

Shark week is upon me. Swim! Fast! Save yourself!

 

Angry U is stirring. The Commies will attend my dissertation defense. Yay. :/

 

Mine was present for my doctoral defense, and it's always around for Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and sometimes New Year's Eve. Also, any and every chance I get to perform on silks or pole. :-(

 

Mine has tried to impede on every visit with my husband while I've been on internship. Thank goodness for hormonal control. I only got to see him every 3 months... That was not going to fly!

 

My mother and a woman who's basically my sister have been almost perfectly synchronized for years, despite being on the opposite ends of a continent. At this point I'm convinced ovaries are TCP/IP enabled.

 

My wife and teenage daughter are. One week a month crazy literally comes to town here. That is generally when I hide out in my workshop working on various projects until it is safe to come back in the house.