So I'm in a much much better mood today.
I was nearly unbearable when I left work yesterday. Aside from the Topix drama, I had a headache, a project I've been slaving over has been experiencing on-going and frustrating technical difficulties, and the zipper on my favorite pants broke (I had to use a safety pin!)
And I was annoyed because B had just told me he'd be out of town this weekend. Grrr! I couldn't see him last weekend b/c of my family and then he was working his second job all this week and now the coming weekend was shot. Dammit!
But, by some miracle, he was free last night and we were able to spend the evening together!
I was still a little pissy when I got to his place, but he soon had me laughing and smiling and relaxing (I'm sure the G&Ts he was mixing me didn't hurt!)
We had a lot of fun. A LOT of fun.
There was only one thing to mar our lovely evening.
We had a... shall we say... prophylactic mishap.
Now, I've been PMSing for two days and we're fairly certain none of his little fuckers escaped, but neither of us is willing to take the chance.
So I trotted over to CVS this morning and purchased Plan B. If you're not familiar with it, Plan B is a high does of levonrgestrel, a common birth control hormone. I took one this morning and will take a second 12 hours later.
It's $50! (Eeeek!) but WAY better than the alternative (Double EEEK!) as unlikely as that alternative may be. I am living proof that the "Rhythm Method" does not work, so I'll choose B.
Side effect may include: nausea, dizziness, headache, stomach ache, breast tenderness, shorter/longer/later/earlier/lighter/heavier periods.
What the side effects do NOT include are 40+ years of child rearing with a man I've only known for about two months!
So I'll take B!