That was the due date for my son, Caedmon, who is now 17 months old.
It was also the due date for what would’ve been his baby brother or sister – due 2 years apart, to the day.
It was strange – as I drove to the pregnancy center to have my ultrasound tonight – my second scan, at 8.5 weeks – I was overwhelmed with the urge to…just pray.
So I did.
Yeah, I’m going there.
Why? Because this product has changed my existence as a woman. Bold statement, right? Trust me – if it weren’t worth talking about, I wouldn’t be wasting our time writing about it.
So let’s get down to it. I don’t know about you, but until a few months ago, I always just did what I was told to do, vis-a-vis my “lady time” – use tampons and pads and grumble, grumble, grumble.
This is not going to be a fun, feel-good post. Just putting that out there. This is also not a personal slam or vendetta against anyone. It’s just me doing what I need to do, saying what I need to say, because I need to say it. Period.
Something a lot of people tell me that a big thing they admire and like about me is my honesty and straightforwardness. I really hope so, because you’re about to get a big dose.
Let me start by asking – have you ever felt desperate? Really, truly, desperate?