It's not that I don't like them, or that I want to give them back. It's just that I don't care to have one or (god forbid) two more. Partially because I've already given away these shirts. And since it seems that my ovaries are inclined to dropping multiple eggs, I've opted to go back on the pill, although I'm not sure it's the best fix, but the nurse practitioner has convinced me that there's no reason not to while one of us decides to step up for the more permanent fix. I started the pill ten days ago, after my second post-natal visit from good ole Aunt Flo, who returns with a nasty vengence, as if she's got a score to settle. Thus another point in favor of the hormonal helper.
Maybe I'm more sensitive to my body now, but I'd say the hormonal side effects are far more pronounced apres twin pregnancy. Just yesterday a teenaged runaway in Harvard Sq called me "Pizza Face." Okay, that's a total lie, but if you saw me, you'd know why I'm so self-conscious. I have zits that hurt. Big ones, deep under the skin. And strange sensations in the breasts, particularly the left, that feels a lot like let down. Did my boobs feel like milk was coming in during my prior years of pill popping and I just had no way of naming the sensation before brest feeding? Add the past five days of extreme break through bleeding and...I think I need someone to remind me why I decided to take this pill again.
Thus the picture. It's not even a strong enough reminder. I need one in which they're BOTH red-faced and screaming!
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