Cheery, until my leg hair broke the ultrasound machine.

If you haven't already done so, please go and give leave some kind words for Kristin at Return to Go. Her very much embraced pregnancy is ending, and my heart is breaking for her over this loss.

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There is no graceful segue from that, so I won't even try.

If my period had to arrive, at least it had the manners to do so in a timely fashion. As soon as it politely yet insistently made itself known on Monday afternoon, I stepped away from my ICLW duties, hustled over to the corner of the clinic's website where is found the form aptly named "Menstruation announcement," and thusly announced my menstruation. (And to think I thought you guys were the only ones who cared!)

The rendezvous was set for this afternoon, cd3 on the dot. Blood was taken, the transvag invader (thanks, Daryl!) was wielded. Nothing much to report for now, except that both the cheery doctor and I noted something rather dismaying during my paper-sheet-less perch on the stirruped slab:

I really need to shave my legs. Like, really.

And so I'm off to take care of what really must be taken care of in advance of any romantic surprise thermometer-less peestick-free getaway.

Those of you also holidaying this weekend, I wish you the happiest of travels; those of you not, I wish you the simple but true comforts of home; and all of you, I look forward to catching up next week.

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