This morning, Ken once again, congratulated me on "bleeding for a whole month and a half and not dying... You know, most things would die." Well, obviously he forgot what happens after you have a baby.
One of the greatest blessing about not being in menopause anymore is that my "bikini line" has retracted from my knees, back up to the actual spot it is supposed to be. Stop laughing. I am not even kidding. It was awful.