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So I'm not pregnant. I was sad about it yesterday but today I'm just appalled at the fact that I am a grown woman who is incapable of not getting menstrual blood all over the bedsheets.

It's worse now that I'm married and share a bed with Adam and sometimes Liam.

Though I guess Liam wets the bed sometimes so we're even.

Seriously, is there some sort of Womanly Lesson my mother forgot to teach me? Not even maternity pads can save me on the first day. :(