The first time I inserted the diva cup, it got weirdly turned around and I couldn't get it out. I was desperate, so I asked my husband to help ... I was mortified but I figured well, he's seen me give birth, so ...
He was able to fish it out and I was definitely apprehensive but determined to make this work, so I tried it again next month and now we're all good. I don't do the 360 degree turn (I still don't quite understand how that's possible to do) but it's possible to get the right suction without it. I've also learned that I definitely need to use my kegels to help push the cup down so that I can grip it enough to remove.
My sincere, wholehearted sympathies .... having trouble removing something from your vagina induces a very specific sort of panic.
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@Azaz the Unabridged Just do it! Call and make the appointment! Better to know what it is (probably nothing!) than worry about it. And then go put some sunscreen on. :)
If I went on an exploratory "meet my cervix" expedition, you would know I found it when I let out an earsplitting howl of pain. As a matter of fact, I can feel it curling up defensively right now, just thinking about it. My point is, be careful! Some cervixes really don't like being touched.
@Speaking of cake, I have cake My favorite moment was also a Charlotte moment ... when she declares that she's been dating since she was sixteen, she's tired, where IS HE?
I loved SATC. I felt like it was the first representation I saw (or noticed, might be more accurate) that a woman could just be single on her own terms - it wasn't just a state of limbo until some guy proposed to you. I know that sounds horribly naive and all kinds of other things, but I just remember at the time feeling this incredible pressure to be coupled up, to be on a path to marriage and SATC was the first thing that made me sit up and say, "Oh hey! I could be doing other things with my time." And as @franceschances mentions, I also felt like the show didn't really give a shit what dudes thought ... the women, the conversations, the clothes. I'll always have a soft spot for the show.
@Derevkova Testify. Stannis is the rightful king! And hottest dude.
@iceberg My brother and I are adopted - we're Korean, our parents are white. I remember getting A LOT of questions growing up (and even now) about our family. Many times these questions were (are) intrusive, overly personal, rude, awkward ... you name it. Unless the person seems like they're just aching to unload some sort of bullshit racist screed, I just figure it's coming from a place of genuine, harmless curiosity and answer as forthrightly as possible. Perhaps they're curious about adoption themselves. A lot of times, when questions have come from older folks, they had kids or friends who were embarking upon an international adoption and were worried about what it would be like. If sharing some personal information about my family and how adoption was awesome for us can help some other people be more comfortable with it or even just more aware of the different ways families are created, then I don't mind a few awkward encounters. Obviously, the Bergy Bits have a much more complicated (and private!) backstory, but you know, for people who don't read The Hairpin (horrors!) and have never heard of embryo adoption ... a condensed version of your story might be really helpful/enlightening! Anyway, congratulations and thanks for such an amazing story.
@hallelujah Don't worry, you'll be back at the bar (alone!) with your friends soon enough. And you'll enjoy/appreciate it soon much more. Trust me!
I was adopted at 18 months from S Korea - loving, wonderful, amazing family. Although I was certainly open to the idea of adopting a child myself, there was definitely a part of me that wanted to know what that "maternal, biological bond" was going to feel like. Surprisingly, for me it didn't exist. I couldn't make any connection between the baby who had just been inside me and the baby who was now in my arms. I just felt like someone had just handed me a little person and said, "Okay, we assigned this one to you - don't fuck it up.". I know that not all mothers (and fathers!) feel this way - many of the parents I know feel very deeply that their child is physically their own, but I don't. To me, my daughter has always been a very separate, wholly her own person. So in a weird way, I feel like she may as well have been adopted.