Stop reading here if you are eating.

I'm serious.

Have you stopped?

Good.

Now...

For those of you keeping score, this was NOT a happy cheerful thing... I mean yeah, great, I'm not pregnant... but... erm... there is a LARGE mass of tissue in the toilet, or rather somewhere in the sewage system now, that is NOT normal.

As in painful-to-pass sized lump of tissue.

Ick?

Grr, you were right... and we were both right, if it was his, there was no way my body would carry it. I know who is going to catch, I know WHY it's going to catch with him, and I know that he'll never know it's his. *shrugs* But we've been over that.

No, I'm not really breaking my silence... I just have a hard enough time keeping track of my period that when it DOES hit, I like to make a note of it, just for future reference... it helps me out quite a bit.

And in this case, to explain why I will be VERY un-sober and why anyone who mentions small children, motherhood, or the female reproductive organs around me for the next week will get their head bitten off.

I don't wanna talk about it.

GOT THAT?