Post by ♪♫choppinbroccoli♫♪ on Nov 13, 2015 13:24:39 GMT -5
So, I recently had a period, and I hadn't had a real one for some time, one that required more than a panty liner. I was flowin' pretty good. 'Oh, that's what a tampon feels like. I forgot.'
I woke up one day, got ready for work, put a tampon in, and was on my way. It ended up being a light day, so I didn't feel the need or even think to change it until I got home. So dumb.
But then I got anxious. Did I actually put one in? I couldn't remember! Friends suggested I bear down/squat to force it to make itself apparent. So I bearedbore (give me a break) the fuck down. Phew! Nothing. Just a forgetful mind playing tricks.
The next day, flow had picked up a bit, and I nervously put another one in. No problem, thankfully! I had heard that it might hurt if two were in there. I changed it once at work, again no problem.
I went to change one more time that night, but after I took it out, something felt a little weird still. My heart drops, I mouth the word "son of a bitch." Out comes the second one.
My vagina is apparently the fucking Oregon Trail.
TLDR - I double tamped for the first (and hopefully) last time.
So, I recently had a period, and I hadn't had a real one for some time, one that required more than a panty liner. I was flowin' pretty good. 'Oh, that's what a tampon feels like. I forgot.'
I woke up one day, got ready for work, put a tampon in, and was on my way. It ended up being a light day, so I didn't feel the need or even think to change it until I got home. So dumb.
But then I got anxious. Did I actually put one in? I couldn't remember! Friends suggested I bear down/squat to force it to make itself apparent. So I beared the fuck down. Phew! Nothing. Just a forgetful mind playing tricks.
The next day, flow had picked up a bit, and I nervously put another one in. No problem, thankfully! I had heard that it might hurt if two were in there. I changed it once at work, again no problem.
I went to change one more time that night, but after I took it out, something felt a little weird still. My heart drops, I mouth the word "son of a bitch." Out comes the second one.
My vagina is apparently the fucking Oregon Trail.
TLDR - I double tamped for the first (and hopefully) last time.
So, I recently had a period, and I hadn't had a real one for some time, one that required more than a panty liner. I was flowin' pretty good. 'Oh, that's what a tampon feels like. I forgot.'
I woke up one day, got ready for work, put a tampon in, and was on my way. It ended up being a light day, so I didn't feel the need or even think to change it until I got home. So dumb.
But then I got anxious. Did I actually put one in? I couldn't remember! Friends suggested I bear down/squat to force it to make itself apparent. So I bearedbore (give me a break) the fuck down. Phew! Nothing. Just a forgetful mind playing tricks.
The next day, flow had picked up a bit, and I nervously put another one in. No problem, thankfully! I had heard that it might hurt if two were in there. I changed it once at work, again no problem.
I went to change one more time that night, but after I took it out, something felt a little weird still. My heart drops, I mouth the word "son of a bitch." Out comes the second one.
My vagina is apparently the fucking Oregon Trail.
TLDR - I double tamped for the first (and hopefully) last time.
Post by thechickencoop on Nov 13, 2015 13:29:04 GMT -5
I can't believe I'm actually writing this, but I'm pretty sure we are doing the whole "getting the kid a puppy for Christmas" thing this year.
H has wanted another dog since we put our one down almost 3 years ago, our lab is almost 10 and the perfect old dog but H has been bothering me about getting another. I've slowly been warming up to the idea over the last few months and then like 2 weeks ago a one of H's coworker's dog had puppies. I've agreed to one kind of reluctantly, but I think we're going to go for it. Then yesterday I was thinking about when we would go to pick one and bring it home and I realized they will be almost 8 weeks on Christmas. So... I think we're going to have it in a giant box or something silly like that and have DS open it. ::sigh::
Because, believe me, there is nothing I hate more than people who get pups or chicks for presents and then don't take care of them. But in truth, I think it'll make for a really cute moment Christmas morning.
I can't believe I'm actually writing this, but I'm pretty sure we are doing the whole "getting the kid a puppy for Christmas" thing this year.
H has wanted another dog since we put our one down almost 3 years ago, our lab is almost 10 and the perfect old dog but H has been bothering me about getting another. I've slowly been warming up to the idea over the last few months and then like 2 weeks ago a one of H's coworker's dog had puppies. I've agreed to one kind of reluctantly, but I think we're going to go for it. Then yesterday I was thinking about when we would go to pick one and bring it home and I realized they will be almost 8 weeks on Christmas. So... I think we're going to have it in a giant box or something silly like that and have DS open it. ::sigh::
Because, believe me, there is nothing I hate more than people who get pups or chicks for presents and then don't take care of them. But in truth, I think it'll make for a really cute moment Christmas morning.
I really want to do this. I get the stigma, but for responsible pet owners, it'd be so damn cute.
So, I recently had a period, and I hadn't had a real one for some time, one that required more than a panty liner. I was flowin' pretty good. 'Oh, that's what a tampon feels like. I forgot.'
I woke up one day, got ready for work, put a tampon in, and was on my way. It ended up being a light day, so I didn't feel the need or even think to change it until I got home. So dumb.
But then I got anxious. Did I actually put one in? I couldn't remember! Friends suggested I bear down/squat to force it to make itself apparent. So I bearedbore (give me a break) the fuck down. Phew! Nothing. Just a forgetful mind playing tricks.
The next day, flow had picked up a bit, and I nervously put another one in. No problem, thankfully! I had heard that it might hurt if two were in there. I changed it once at work, again no problem.
I went to change one more time that night, but after I took it out, something felt a little weird still. My heart drops, I mouth the word "son of a bitch." Out comes the second one.
My vagina is apparently the fucking Oregon Trail.
TLDR - I double tamped for the first (and hopefully) last time.
This is a fear of mine. I have nightmares about putting one in, forgetting about the other one and it getting lost inside me. Like my vagina is the damned grand canyon.
Post by longhornwino0907 on Nov 13, 2015 13:35:22 GMT -5
Along the tampon-losing fears line, I recently had one tear just the tiniest bit as I was taking it out, and I must've spent over an hour googling how to know if a piece was still in there, what to do, how to remove. All the things. H was really curious about what I was doing on my phone, and I was all, "Oh just browsing Facebook," and tilted my phone screen away from him.
Now that's a bold noob confession on a board that is clearly populated with many intelligent women who are HP-loving adults.
Can't tell if this is sarcasm...?
There's plenty of people on this board who admit (points at self) to not having read or have any interest in reading HP. It's getting up there with leggings and man buns. How is this bold?
Wasn't sarcasm, but I also did not say that there is anything wrong with not reading HP. But to say that the books are too childish for adults to read seems to imply that there is something wrong with adults who do like HP. That's all. I don't think there is anything wrong with not wanting to read HP, but I also don't think that adults who read and enjoy HP are childish.
ETA: Also, she later said she wasn't trying to call people childish, so not really that bold - the phrasing at first made it sound worse than it was.
Along the tampon-losing fears line, I recently had one tear just the tiniest bit as I was taking it out, and I must've spent over an hour googling how to know if a piece was still in there, what to do, how to remove. All the things. H was really curious about what I was doing on my phone, and I was all, "Oh just browsing Facebook," and tilted my phone screen away from him.
YH's so lucky. I would shared with H if he bugged me about what I was looking at.
So, I recently had a period, and I hadn't had a real one for some time, one that required more than a panty liner. I was flowin' pretty good. 'Oh, that's what a tampon feels like. I forgot.'
I woke up one day, got ready for work, put a tampon in, and was on my way. It ended up being a light day, so I didn't feel the need or even think to change it until I got home. So dumb.
But then I got anxious. Did I actually put one in? I couldn't remember! Friends suggested I bear down/squat to force it to make itself apparent. So I bearedbore (give me a break) the fuck down. Phew! Nothing. Just a forgetful mind playing tricks.
The next day, flow had picked up a bit, and I nervously put another one in. No problem, thankfully! I had heard that it might hurt if two were in there. I changed it once at work, again no problem.
I went to change one more time that night, but after I took it out, something felt a little weird still. My heart drops, I mouth the word "son of a bitch." Out comes the second one.
My vagina is apparently the fucking Oregon Trail.
TLDR - I double tamped for the first (and hopefully) last time.
This is a fear of mine. I have nightmares about putting one in, forgetting about the other one and it getting lost inside me. Like my vagina is the damned grand canyon.
Post by thechickencoop on Nov 13, 2015 13:43:54 GMT -5
I posted this earlier this week in the randoms, BUT, a few days ago I ::sigh:: stopped up a public toilet. I was wishing so hard that I had a chopstick because a q-tip would NOT have been ok.
Post by thechickencoop on Nov 13, 2015 13:45:13 GMT -5
Fuck, we're watching Paw Patrol and there's a little female husky named Everest and I think that's really freakin cute. So, the puppy we're getting is a female husky/lab mix...thoughts....?
thechickencoop, Yay for new puppy! I agree with the sentiment about Christmas pets though; obviously this is a planned addition to your family so not the same thing at all!
edit saw your next post- Yes! Everest would be a great name!
In the parenting mishaps category, one time while my mom was changing my sister's diaper my brother rolled off a changing table and out the window into a bush. My mom panicked and almost jumped out the window after him, but luckily collected herself because while I was a pretty advanced three year old, I still couldn't reach the deadbolt to let her back in.
Post by samanthasays on Nov 13, 2015 13:52:19 GMT -5
I have read (and love) all of the Harry Potter books, but I have no desire to see the movies. I have seen previews of course, and it is all so much better in my head. I would rather not contaminate my mental images. And the talk of Ginny in this thread furthers my resolve.
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I can't believe I'm actually writing this, but I'm pretty sure we are doing the whole "getting the kid a puppy for Christmas" thing this year.
H has wanted another dog since we put our one down almost 3 years ago, our lab is almost 10 and the perfect old dog but H has been bothering me about getting another. I've slowly been warming up to the idea over the last few months and then like 2 weeks ago a one of H's coworker's dog had puppies. I've agreed to one kind of reluctantly, but I think we're going to go for it. Then yesterday I was thinking about when we would go to pick one and bring it home and I realized they will be almost 8 weeks on Christmas. So... I think we're going to have it in a giant box or something silly like that and have DS open it. ::sigh::
Because, believe me, there is nothing I hate more than people who get pups or chicks for presents and then don't take care of them. But in truth, I think it'll make for a really cute moment Christmas morning.
I really want to do this. I get the stigma, but for responsible pet owners, it'd be so damn cute.
In the parenting mishaps category, one time while my mom was changing my sister's diaper my brother rolled off a changing table and out the window into a bush. My mom panicked and almost jumped out the window after him, but luckily collected herself because while I was a pretty advanced three year old, I still couldn't reach the deadbolt to let her back in.
Fuck, we're watching Paw Patrol and there's a little female husky named Everest and I think that's really freakin cute. So, the puppy we're getting is a female husky/lab mix...thoughts....?
We have a female husky. They are really good with kids and cats, but not always with other dogs. (from my experience anyways)
ETA - To clarify - Other dogs seem to hate our all white husky. She just doesn't like when other animals go near her food.
In the parenting mishaps category, one time while my mom was changing my sister's diaper my brother rolled off a changing table and out the window into a bush. My mom panicked and almost jumped out the window after him, but luckily collected herself because while I was a pretty advanced three year old, I still couldn't reach the deadbolt to let her back in.
(Brother was fine btw)
I cannot stop legitimately laughing out loud. This is hilarious. As if rolling off the changing table... and then out the window isn't enough... ending up in the bush just completes the story.
In the parenting mishaps category, one time while my mom was changing my sister's diaper my brother rolled off a changing table and out the window into a bush. My mom panicked and almost jumped out the window after him, but luckily collected herself because while I was a pretty advanced three year old, I still couldn't reach the deadbolt to let her back in.
(Brother was fine btw)
I cannot stop legitimately laughing out loud. This is hilarious. As if rolling off the changing table... and then out the window isn't enough... ending up in the bush just completes the story.
Fuck, we're watching Paw Patrol and there's a little female husky named Everest and I think that's really freakin cute. So, the puppy we're getting is a female husky/lab mix...thoughts....?
I love the name Everest! So cute! You could also name her McKinley (after Mt. McKinley?) or Denali (Nali?)
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