  I hate my period. I really do. And now that I'm not having sex anymore, it's even worse. Before, it was a glorious confirmation that I didn't need to cry and shake and make an appointment and lay awake at night meditating on potential lost and what might've been. Now it's just pain and blood. At least I don't have to have endless debate about the intricacies of modern birth control with John. Or convince him that no, there really is no point in trying to assign blame because it was never 100% guaranteed. (Wearing a condom would make it closer to 100%, you know. And yes, I do know that you can't feel a damn thing with that on. ) And no, we really can't wait and make this appointment in a few weeks and there's no reason that me wanting to get this done now should make you suspicious. If anything, I would think that me wanting to wait would make you suspicious, but I guess that's another matter. Anyway. Maybe I'll check out seasonale. 
