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I am menstruating. I do so love getting my menses. the cramps I could do without, but that's what pain meds and heating pads are for.

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Anonymous said…
Darling girl. This confirms that I've been ready you for at least 28 days, assuming you're on a regular cycle.

May I recommend an IUD? I only know when I should have been expelling uterine material when my craving for chocolate goes from an 8 to an eleven on the scale of 1 - 10. Otherwise, bupkiss. Sweet!

Be well.
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