Ever since moving into our house, my hubby and I have taken to showering together. It saves money, and sometimes they turn more into the getting dirty variety instead of the getting clean variety if you know what I mean. But in all seriousness, we have some of our best conversations in the shower, probably because I can ask those hard-hitting questions while he's shampooing and can't run away.
Anyways, on Sunday night, the first full day of Aunt Flo's visit, Keegan and I decided to hop in the shower before heading off to bed. We're talking and soaping up when all of a sudden, I feel a clot slide down my leg and under my foot. Unfortunately I do clot a lot when on my period so I wasn't worried, but this one was huge!
I look up at Keegan in horror, but he hasn't noticed anything, thank goodness. I try and push the clot towards the drain to hide the evidence, but it just wouldn't go away! Thankfully Keegan was done with his shower and needed to hop out and shave, so I kindly
So, the moral of the story? No more sexy showers while Aunt Flo is in town.