I’ve always said that the second best thing about being pregnant/having a baby, is not having your period. No stains, no mess, no discreetly concealing a pad in my clothes like a drug mule. My monthly nemesis, Flow, had been in exile for almost 21 months, but today she returned with a vengeance. Let me just say, hell hath no fury like a lady scorned. It’s a bloody mess. Literally.

Ethan has no sympathy for my pain.