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I've said it before and I'll say it again...

I LOVE MY DIVA CUP!!!

I love it especially when I'm traveling. Nothing to remember to bring, just wear it and it's with you always. Just pull it out once in a while, dump it out, rinse it off, and stick it back in. This thing is so low maintenance, it's the reason I've been able to stay sane about my moon coming back.

And on the same subject, I love that term "moon"--hi Wendy!--even though my phases do not resemble the 28-day waxing/waning moon cycle in the least. Personally I use the term "DFR" which is something I made up in high school, when I was feeling quite a lot of anger and animosity toward the whole affair. It stands for Damn Effin' Rag. That's the abbreviation I still use on my calendar. But while I'm fond of it from a nostalgic standpoint, the fire of my youth and all that, I'm no longer so angry, and I have some vague sense that it's nice to honor the cycles and phases of the body.

What about you, ladies? (Gentlemen are excused from replying on this one.) What term do you favor? Where did it come from? Why do you like it?

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Ah, yes, I mentioned traveling. I'm back at the San Jose hospital. We came down yesterday, the whole family. We stayed in a hotel last night. It was AWESOME. It had everything I could think of--except no pool, so that makes it not so awesome for those with older kids. BUT! It had a huge square jacuzzi tub with jets, a hairdryer, a ceiling fan, a kitchenette, free wireless internet in the rooms, breakfast buffet, dinner buffet... everything. And it was SO much cheaper than hotels with these things usually are. Sometimes I stay at Motel 6, and lately I've been doing the whole upgrade thing (like Best Western style) more because I sometimes need the fridge action with a kid in the mix, but I am cheap. So it was really exciting to me that this place was cheaper than a Best Western would be, even though it's a work expense.

Blue apparently loved it too. While I was at work yesterday, he crumbled several rice cakes into a fine snow all over the carpet. He spread his toys all over the room, disassembled the phone (we had to unplug it), ate a bunch of food, ran around a bunch, and fell asleep on Daddy's chest for 3 hours. When he woke up it was around 10:30pm and I was ready to stop working, so Daddy and Blue came to get me. We grabbed something to eat and went back to the hotel, thinking that I would nurse him back to sleep easily since it was late and all. Right? WRONG. He stayed awake, stubbornly blinking his eyes open when they started to roll back in his head, until THREE A.M. Every once in a while he'd get up and run around on the bed, laughing crazily and almost falling off while I grabbed at him. I didn't want to hold him still because I didn't want him to scream--he's so loud and it was so late. So I just waited and waited. It sucked knowing how tired I was going to be today. But actually, I feel pretty good, even though he woke me up at 8:30am. I guess getting only 5.5 hours of sleep is pretty normal for me, after all.

I only have 2.5 hours more to work and then we're rushing home to meet George and Larry, who are driving up from LA this instant. Yippee!