So I'm attaching this monster ship of a maxipad to my underwear, and, based on size and weight alone the thing ought at the very least to require staples if not full on nails and a hammer, when it dawns on me that if I continue to use these super size pads, I will fill every landfill on the planet.
But, hey, it happens. After babies, you get what my midwife cheerily called "a return to fertility." You know, your monthly friend. Little red friend from Kansas.
Anyhow, this little friend of mine has changed since the kids came along. She's not what she used to be, way back, when she was younger. I can't really blame her, I've changed too.
Whoa! Help! I'll have to write more later....the current is taking me downstream on my kayak of cotton--
Can you believe that I kind of forgot about this part of being a woman? Seriously, I was a little shocked when I saw red. My husband kindly reminded me that the same thing happened with our first and he says it was when I considered stopping nursing (i kept going). It's a rude awakening. Worse the second time around.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to hear you say that. I find it "worse" the second time around to. I must REALLY be a woman now!
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