Thank God that's over.

Oh pain, you're back. I've missed you so. Golfball-sized clots? Nice to see you again. Big, giant moody mood swings? You can go to hell, you effin' crazy bitches.

I knew it was a matter of time, I knew this month wasn't the month, mostly due to the six very negative tests I peed on. That's how I know I am not bitter anymore- only six. Six is a far cry from the twenty or so I used to waste every blessed cycle. Surely you remember that ebay auction I won... 100 HPT's!!! They were gone within a few months. Bleh. (I used to be batshit ca-raaazy.)

I guess it was just a matter of time before my cycles decided to poop out on me entirely. The big green endo monster must beat me into submission. How dare I attempt to show it who's boss with piddly little surgeries and handfuls of aleve? Barren isn't enough for you, dumbass? Well, then, I'll fuck with you some more! Let's see who's "regular" now! (Insert maniacal laughter here.)