Cleaning out a purse and discarding a semi-crushed tampon prior to leaving the house will bring about the end of your cycle by the time you are exactly 45 minutes away from home and about to enter an hour-long meeting.
In teaching, we were always coached that when speaking to parents, you should "sandwich" the difficult information one needed to impart. In other words, if little Larry was failing my English class, I would sit down with the parents and say, "you know, Larry is so creative. I love that comic book he's always working on while I'm trying to discuss Candide. At times I think he's a bit distracted. After all, he is failing my class. But his comic books are amazing and you should really look into having him take a class this summer at an art school."
I think the negative information is obvious, but I would like to take this moment to sandwich it between the positive accomplishments of this month. Sans progesterone, my little luteal phase, which usually conks out between seven and ten days, has made it all the way to twelve this month. And frankly, I'm proud of something going right without medical intervention. Even if this only occurs once every two or three years, it is still worth pointing out.
And on that note, I am going to go collapse into bed. I'm adding in links as quickly as I can. Promise to have more up tomorrow. So keep checking the list because links are coming in all the time. And if you see favourite blogs missing from the list, encourage friends to send me a link so I can include them. I'm not adding people without their expressed permission.