*Warning - whining ahead, and way too much personal info*
I just want to say right now, I hate my uterus. Okay, so on the whole, I think that the uterus is one of the most powerful, amazing organs in the body. No other organ can expand to the size of a watermelon and then shrink back down to the size of a small fruit, or house a growing fetus, contract strong enough to deliver a baby, etc. But right now, I hate mine. Yeah, yeah, it grew 3 babies, and delivered them, and really has behaved and doesn't give me more serious problems. I also have gone 26 months since my last period, thanks to my bcp and breastfeeding. But, Aunt Flow has returned...for the second time in 2 weeks. I woke up the morning of Husband's grandmother's funeral and found she returned. And then exactly 2 weeks later, she has come back to visit, yet again. If it were only that, it would be fine, but, oh no, she returned witha bad attitude: bad cramps, unbelievable bloating, mood swings and, quite honestly, heavier bleeding than I had before I had children. I was pretty lucky. My periods were pretty light, very little cramping, no bloating and I really didn't get too cranky. But, with each of the kids, they seem to be worse. Oh well. The timing really was impeccable because the last 2 shifts I worked were hell on earth, and that's when it all started. Nothing like finally being able to empty my bladder the size of a 2-liter of Coke only to find that, crap, not again so soon. But, those hell shifts are a post for another day. Right now, I'm wallowing in self-pity, I know it's ridiculous, but I'm gonna do it anyway. I hear my Lush bath and glass of wine calling me.