The small amount of red found in the bathroom this morning was a slight relief. It is not that I haven’t been on the pill, but I screwed up this month. Screwing up in addition to occasional spots during mid-cycles isn’t a secure sign for 99.9% protection. My physician had told me that my body is reacting to the allergy medication I take and I should use double protection.
Well … doesn’t that just suck. I think if I didn’t mind the NON-intimate feeling of foreign rubber on my fiance’s shaft, into my flower of passion … we would of rocked on with the heat up, slip on, slide in, slide out method. So… to have to pay for birth control pills AND a box of Trojan’s is quite ridiculous. We’ll take our chances, thank you.
But, this month we’re in the clear. This month I’m not a bride with a tiny package of joy growing inside me. Therefore, the magic birth control pills must continue to do their job and I must remember to take them. On the other hand … what ever happens, happens. I’d be cool either way.
Because …
Four months to go!!! Wedding day approaching and I need to start working on the favors. Idea: making life like mini-green apple candles. Instead of buying them, I want to try and make them!
Green apple, red spot, no need to ever worry.
Speaking!