Walking into this, I had originally expected “irregular” to mean “the eventual cessation of menstruation for as long as I had it” — periods would simply get further and further apart until they stopped coming altogether, or so I suspected. With that said, it does come as a bit of a surprise to see things go in the other direction… but as long as that’s a normal side effect, I can deal with it. It’s not going to hurt for me to ask my obstetrician at the end of the month when he checks to make sure that everything’s still in its rightful place, because I’d like to keep it in for the full five years. It’s one less thing I have to remember!

I’ve also noticed that most of the residual cramping has gone away, all except for one area on my right side. I’m not sure what it is about me, but my right side seems to be far more sensitive than my left in that regard. But I’m not too worried, because Ibuprofen helps!

Hopefully I can find some Hello Kitty decorations to liven my room up. I’ve always been a fan of cute and girly things, so finding some Sanrio collectibles would be great! I might also throw in some Jacob Black or Jasper Hale posters and paraphernalia in for good measure, as I prefer those men to the reclusive and staunch Edward Cullen. As for everything else, though… that’s still up in the air. I’ll have to decide what else to add to it later, I guess.

Right now, I am feeling better. However, it’s not “better” enough for me to declare myself completely back to normal if that makes sense to any of you. Luckily for me, I have only two classes to deal with this semester and I seem to have gotten excellent professors — I’m not worried about falling behind in any of my courses because of things like this. As it is, the majority of my homework for my Statistics class is done online and this class isn’t quite as mind-numbingly difficult as Intermediate Algebra was. I am not good at Algebra…

If this is the case, I’m not sure whether or not I should feel flattered or offended. I’ve made it difficult enough for people who have friended me on any given social networking site to find either one of my blogs, let alone my entire site. However, Matt knows about the existence of both of the blogs — I even offered to give him the addresses once and asked him if he’d like to read them, to which he responded that he didn’t. Not because he didn’t want to read them, more that he just didn’t make it a habit to read blogs that often. I’ve told him about what I’ve written whenever it has to do with him or his family, though. He’s encouraged me to vent as needed on both of my blogs about my frustration with his family, as has he made the occasional light-hearted comment after we’ve attended church together to the tune of, “Well, now you have something to blog about!” I wouldn’t have made it through the five or six Sundays that I went to church with them if it weren’t for being able to come back to this blog and say something about it, though. Admittedly, my only reason for being so chipper about attending was because I wanted Matt to be able to spend the day with his son and figured that I could just “suck it up” for an hour.

All in all, I have absolutely nothing to hide and actually commend those who actually found my blogs. As much as certain individuals might not like some of my subject matter, I’d lying if I didn’t vouch for my own subject matter on the merits that I write… well, how I feel.

I happened to snap this picture of Jason with my cell phone at just the right time, and I couldn’t resist myself. While I was in the process of taking it, he was looking over to the right because that’s where my cell phone’s camera is stationed at — he was also leaning on the couch in front of him beside where I was sitting to look at it, if that makes sense.

He also fed his baby brother a bottle for the first time, too! Jason randomly came up to me as I was burping James, picked up the bottle that I’d put down beside me and proceeded to begin to feed James as soon as I was done burping him. All he could exclaim was, “Baby brother’s drinking his milkies!” while he was feeding him. It was so adorable. I didn’t even tell him to do it, either! He just picked up the bottle and started on his own.