Current mood:

cheerful

Thought of you all this morning.
Today I went for a final ultrasound to make sure there's nothing left after having a tubal pregnancy removed 2 weeks ago. I'm officially fine and sanctioned for sex, WOO HOO! *does the Finally Getting Laid Again dance*

But, after that was over, I picked up my new Nuvaring from the pharmacy, came home and popped her in. Or tried to. First I couldn't keep a grip on the little monster to put it in so it kept jumping out of my hand and flying across the room. Retrieve, rinse off, and repeat. Then I couldn't get it up there while I was sitting, it just kind of went half way and stopped. Okay, so I pulled it out, wiped off the little bit of old walnut-brown clot with a piece of TP, stood up, propped a foot on the toilet and tried again. Nothing. Frustrated, I pulled it out to try again and felt a surprisingly heavy *plop*.

Into my palm fell a clot the exact size, shape, color and consistency of a ripe Bing cherry, cut in half lengthwise. I know this because of course when something that disgustingly cool pops out of your secret garden, you have to poke at it and pull it apart to see what it does. No pictures of it, though. Sorry. :(

But here's the sort of fruit I'm talking about: http://www.davidlebovitz.com/archives/img/0505/candiedcherriesblog.jpg