Never liked tampons. Apparently I have a tipped uterus, so the architecture in there is not conducive to internal methods.

Just did a quick Google of reusable pads. The entry for the Swiffer pad was quite disconcerting.

"Mama pads" is probably going to be your best search term, Connie.

Most cloth diapering sites (Nicki's, Happy Tushies, etc) sell them. Happy Tushies has the best wet bags on the market.

According to the doctor who delivered Nick, my tailbone is oddly shaped and impinges on things. Whatever the reason, I can't use tampons either. I have a partially bicornate (bicornuate in the UK) uterus, too, which may be why all three of the monkey bunnies presented transverse.

I use Lunapad liners and period underwear. I read about them in Bust magazine after having some sort of rash from maxipad tape.

Our problem is that if we don't flush tampons the dog will find them. She know how to open a covered trash can. I guess we could take them right to the outside trash.

Our problem is that if we don't flush tampons the dog will find them.

Yeah, friends of mine had this problem. They began referring to used tampons as "Scooby snacks" and joked about freezing them and using them as doggie treats.

My cats would sometimes snag the applicators from the trash and play with them. Ew.

I hated pads. HATED THEM. I had horribly heavy periods, though; I need like a super-super tampon for 3 days, which they don't make.

Let me tell you how glad I am that I don't have to deal with that anymore. SO. FUCKING. GLAD. I haven't ruined sheets, undies or clothes in over a year. Thank you, baby jesus. Or baby gaia, whatev.

My mom was ok about feminine hygiene stuff. But she was a b-cup when she wasn't breast feeding and apparently didn't see why any daughter of hers would need anything different. I went through junior high with the quad tits of bad bra fit. Somewhere around the age of 15 I figured it was easier to get something remotely resembling a good fit when out shopping with my dad. The only problem with bra shopping with dad was his idea that I should only get white bras. However with a little help from the saleswoman in the department store undies department, I was able to explain why a modest young woman of pink-ish skin does not want to wear a white bra under a white shirt.

Thank dog my mother has a huge rack.

Going bra shopping with her is hysterical. *I* don't think my mother needs some of the stuff she wants, but apparently she's not listening to me. Her bra collection is totally funner than mine.