Known Knowns

Boys, beware. You are hereby warned.

That diva cup is f’ing awesome. Awesome.

Besides the fact that at approximately 7:58am, my ovary decided to due a fancy figure skating move while still connected to my  fallopian tube, I would have had no reason to suspect that my period had started.

All day! No leaks! No nasty, stinky, sweaty pad. No moisture-sucking tampon. Nothing to worry about changing, and not one second spent worrying if I was staining or leaking through. I took my cup out this evening and dumped it out, and there was Aunt Flow, kept safely and secretly where she belongs: in my vajay. (To steal a phrase from this blog…)

I am definitely sold on this diva cup and will be donating the rest of my unused boxes of pads and tampons to a local charity.

By the way, after a couple weeks of working with it, I finally cut the stem completely off. As of now, I can’t even feel the thing inside me. When I first looked at it, I thought, “really? That’s supposed to go up there?” Then I realized that as a general rule, we ladies are built to birth baby heads, so a little silicone cup ain’t really gonna hurt much.

I know I’m probably the last person on earth to make the switch, but if there are any more of you hanging around, go buy this thing now.