Housekeeping

Note to self...posts regarding feminism go down like a lead balloon. Avoid any mention of the "f" word ever again. However, still free to use "fuck" librally and as often as possible.

I don't have one straightforward topic to talk about now that I have the "f" issue out of my system, so I figure I'll just use this opportunity to talk about a few different things, with no reliance on segue.

Pussaries...still wondering what their deal is. I push it in as far back as I can, yet the bulk of it just spills out eventually. Given this rather irritating and gross situation, what is the point of pussaries? I can't imagine there is much of the progesterone left where it needs to be, so I'm just shoving shit up there for the hell of it. Also, we're technologically advanced now. Why can there just not be a pill form of these cursed things?

Pussary pt 2: Despite my insistance that he would regret it, The Dude insisted upon fornication post-pussary. I was not surprised when he later complained that his penis became all smooth and waxy. I called him Ol' Wax Cock, but luckily for him evidence of the pussary was dispatched of quickly. Some of us are not so lucky says old Crusty Wax Pants over here.

I have an extraordinarily stupid question. I know this will likely give fodder to those who rebel against my ignorance is bliss IF policy, but the hell with it. I have a fear that my period will show up significantly before the end of the 2ww. In previous IUIs it has emerged about 11 days post IUI, so there was no tension regarding testing on the 14th day. However, it has also been the case that after 15 days post-IUI my period has still been incommunicado, yet the pregnancy test was, of course, negative. So my question is...when someone has unpredictable cycles, a la fucked up women with PCOS, posterior ovaries, tilted cervix and occasionally invisible uterus, how does the doctor know when they have ovulated? My concern is that given that my periods are regular in their irregularity, how do I know if the IUI was done even remotely close to ovulation? I asked Good Lady Cooter Poker this once, and she looked at me as if I asked her how babies are made. I don't know, perhaps I'm embarrassing myself yet again by asking it.

I have selected my "End of 2ww-->negative pregancy test/period that arrives right after blindingly white second window is viewed" music. Unlike those who like to be uplifted when they are depressed, I prefer to wallow in the doldrums. I like it down there. Happy shit when I'm depressed just makes me homicidal. So yes, I will be listening to Antony and the Johnson's Hope There's Someone over and over and over again. Sometimes it's Johnny Cash (god bless his dressed in black little soul), other times it's a mixture of The Smiths/Morrissey and The Cure. I know what you're thinking...I know how to have a good time.

Finally, I've added some new links to my blogroll. Some are new voices, others have been around awhile and I've somehow managed to miss out on them. Go and leave them some comments, because deep down, you know we're all comment whores.