This is a very personal post and though not gory, it discusses reproduction and loss, and of course, Blood. Please stop now if you'd prefer not to be exposed to anything of that nature. October 2007 For the last six years of my life I have been waiting for Blood. Seems strange to phrase it that way but like clockwork, Blood flowed into my life every month until we started having children. Before our first daughter was conceived, Blood was predictable, down to the day thanks to modern hormonal medicines. And Blood was a trusty companion, never late or missing her mark. One month, though, we thought we were ready and ended the prevention, and found we were easily pregnant with Baby #1. That pregnancy flew by and a little early and much too quickly our daughter was born, followed by my old friend Blood. The afterbirth was messy and unexpected (I'm well read but firsthand knowledge was eye opening!). It was not a scary visit, though profuse and jello-like,
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