Diva Cup Diva Cup #2 Post Childbirth

by Diva International Inc.

Product Features

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Product Description

Size: Cup

Diva Cup Model 2 is for Post-Childbirth and/or Over 30 Years of Age The DivaCup is approved by the FDA (USA) and Health Canada. It is made of soft medical grade silicone, which is latex-free, 100% hypoallergenic and odorless. For over 50 years, silicone has been safely and extensively used in products for the health care industry. Every DivaCup comes with a discreet drawstring carry bag, full instructions, and an extra pamphlet to share. They also include an exclusively designed Diva pin with silver accents, that they hope you can proudly wear to show your support and help them spread the word about this amazing product! Back in the 1930's the innovative menstrual cup was invented as a form of internal feminine protection. The DivaCup is a modern version of this proven concept that has been redesigned with the latest technology in moulding and materials. Since The DivaCup is reusable, it is very economical. As well, you can feel confident that you are doing your part in environmental conservation. Landfill and pollution problems are on the rise and continue to be a worldwide concern.

Product Details

• Product Dimensions: 4 x 2 x 6 inches ; 9.6 ounces
• Shipping Weight: 3.1 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
• ASIN: B000FAG6XA
• UPC: 857538000022
• Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (398 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #718 in Health & Personal Care (See Top 100 in Health & Personal Care)
  • #1 in Health & Personal Care > Personal Care > Feminine Hygiene > Alternative Protection

Customer Reviews

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

207 of 208 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars TMI, but if you're looking at this, you have to expect TMI!, June 9, 2007

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B. J. Morris "Satori-in-Covington" (Covington, GA United States) - See all my reviews
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The Instead softcup caught my eye while searching for tampons one night, so I bought some to see what they were like. I really liked the idea behind them, but I thought they were too messy, wasteful, etc. At least tampons will *eventually* decay in landfills. Plastic won't, so to use 5-6 plastic disks a month... I had issues with that. Plus, I have a very heavy cycle, so while I do believe it's possible to use the Instead cup without making a mess, I never achieved it. I had to take a washcloth with me to the bathroom to avoid looking like I'd just violently murdered someone.

So, I did a bit of research and discovered Diva cups. And, WOW! Since they're shaped differently than the Instead, they are easier to use, plus I can remove mine without reenacting the Boston Massacre.

Since I do suffer from mennorghia, I cannot go all day without changing it, but I've bought myself a little bit more time between trips to the ladies' room. I used to use 2 tampons every hour. Now, I just empty this every 2 hours. Lol, I'm starting to feel almost normal!

The menstrual cup is easy to use and comes with complete directions. Instead of being surprised by my period and ruining underwear, when I feel the tell-tale backache, I insert the cup and just check it a couple of times a day. I may actually start buying nice underwear again!

119 of 119 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Life-Altering, May 15, 2009

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J. Birren "*my karma ran over your dogma*" (Boulder, Co) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Diva Cup Diva Cup #2 Post Childbirth (Health and Beauty)

Seem a little grand as a title? Maybe...

But I wish I'd had one of these my whole life.

It's easy to use (try it before your period starts so you can get the hang of it), and as long as you're not squeamish about your own fluids you will be SO GLAD YOU GOT THIS. It's easy! It's CLEAN! It keeps your outside clean and your insides moving, not to put too fine a point on it, which just leads to optimum vaginal health.

Don't buy the wipes that Diva sells; just rinse it in hot water and when your cycle is done boil it as directed in the package and put it in the cloth bag (NOT A ZIPLOCK). It'll be clean and ready for you next time.

Also, don't be alarmed when this gets stained, because it will. Totally normal!

The only cons I can offer are that you might find that you can feel the nub on the end a bit; I got used to that really fast. It doesn't feel any different than a tampon, which is to say if you can feel it more than a teensy bit you don't have it in right so try again.

Also, this is probably not going to work for people who can't use tampons, since the principal (cramming something in your nethers) is the same.

However! If you use tampons all the time with no problem, get one of these instead. You'll save yourself some money, make your area happier, and your drainpipes will thank you. (No matter how biodegradable they say those things are, I can guarantee you they stick around quite awhile.)

2,820 of 2,983 people found the following review helpful:

1.0 out of 5 stars Prepare for battle!, August 23, 2009

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Ben Dover - See all my reviews

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This review is from: DivaCup Model 2 Post-Childbirth (Health and Beauty)

So one of the many new devices I purchased for this trip was a Diva "Moon Cup". Since feminine hygine supplies would be hard to come by and waste-producing, I opted instead to buy a thing like a Barbie Deluxe Toilet Plunger, and stuff it up my hooha.

The theory is that the cup catches your pan drippings, and you empty it a couple times a day, washing it with hippy soap, and reinserting. It presupposes you are enough of an Earth Mother to be OK not only with your monthly outpourings, but also with generally fossicking around in your flaps. Now, I am no stranger to gore. Nor am I squeamish about my delicate rose of delight, except that I have no such illusions about it and indeed am always reminded of nothing so much as stuffing an oddly-warm raw turkey. So, when after several weeks of teasing, the Period Fairy threatening to postpone the Communist Invasion until I was actually getting on the plane (I was about ready to scream and cry at some hapless unwary male just as a sacrifice to appease her) at last I greeted the rosy-fingered dawn and set about embarking on my new life as a eco-friendly Diva.

The Moon Cup comes in two sizes; Size A, for youthful nymphs under 30 who have never given birth and have silken tresses and tinkling laughs and are all size 0, and size B, for Big Ol' Bitches like m'self, who have either spawned, or are so old (ie over 30) that they might as well have been poppin' them out like Duggar Donuts, because their sugar walls are now echoing corridors full of cobwebs and slackness. Of course the packaging phrases it more nicely, but I was miffed to see that despite having never replicated, I was still doomed to the Big Gulp size because of my age alone.

So, chalice in hand, fingers washed, and let's fold that thing like a taco (no, not THAT thing, the other thing!) and cram it up where only one man has gone before and even then not for a damn long time even when he WAS still around. I'm sure I imagined the rusty creaking sounds as I tried to shove something which was larger than anything previous (with the exception of various medical speculums which, I believe, were constructed by the same person who designed the Montlake Drawbridge)into the Gaping Maw.

Now, you're supposed to roll the cup up, smuggle it past the border, let it expand, then turn it clockwise (or counter clockwise, or then one way and another, stopping when you hear the click, or something...) anyway, you're supposed to be able to turn this thing like a dial in there."If the cup does not turn easily, you did it wrong" Oh, of course, I'll just grasp hold of a thing about the size, shape, and slipperyness of the pointy end of a peeled hard-boiled egg, which is now buried in the meaty folds of my innermost femininity, which, I may add, are well-sluiced with the special effects from a Quentin Tarantino film, and spin that sucker like a dredel.

There is, also, a small stem at the base of this cup, which, being made of the same slippery silicon and about a centimeter long, is about as helpful as providing a live, untrained earthworm for a handle. More on this later.

So, rotate this thing in situ, to ensure a good 'seal' and a comfortable fit.

Does. Not. Happen.

Ladies (and gentlemen, although I hope for your sake none of you gentlemen are reading this), I tried. I hauled that thing in and out of there more times, and with much less joy, than Eeyore with his birthday present, and not once could I get that thing to "turn easily". I finally gave up, since it seemed, at one point, to be "fully inflated" and more or less in the right place. Frankly I think that having left my furrow unplowed for so long, I'm not exactly the proper degree of hotdog-hallway that the instruction-writer was intending to address, but so be it. Let's give this thing a whirl, if we can't give it a twist.

Fast forward a few hours in which I've done nothing much. To its credit, I don't feel the presence of THE CUP at all, no discomfort, not even a vague sense of "eugh" as I sometimes have when knowing all that stands between me and my khakis is a small cottony Dutch boy. In fact, I'm getting rather concerned that the Diva Cup has wormed its way in like some form of parasitic jellyfish and is now eagerly migrating up my fallopian tubes, with me all unknowing. Time to go fishing.

And that is where I discover that, while it's difficult to try and 'turn' a Diva Cup newly lodged in your sanctum sanctorum, it's a freakin' log-fall compared to trying to recover said Cup after it has gotten comfortably settled in the downy folds of your blood-engorged tissues. Yes, indeed, if cram my fingers up there to the point of pain, I can just, tantilizingly, tickle the end of that goddamn silicone 'stem'. Grasp it? Not in hell.

Of course the instructions say, if this happens, DO NOT PANIC. Well, thank god for that, because I was already running through the list of people I'd trust with a flashlight, a set of forceps, and an experience that would scar both of us for the rest of our lives. There were instructions for different positions, and "bearing down" and so forth, which I tried, to no avail, and I was pretty sure that my ham-fisted efforts (ahem) were just making things worse on the "swollen" front, so Diva and I took a break, and retired to our respective corners for an hour or so.

Now I brought out my secret weapon: Beer. If, gods help me, I ever have to have a baby, I intend to be drunk off my ass for the delivery, and I surely hope that the Fairy Prince Unicorn Elvis who is my chosen Babydaddy will provide a bedside IV of godly ambrosia, or at least Jim Beam. But anyway, two beers and I'm good to go spelunking in quest of the Holy Grail once more.

Either the beer, or the break, or the combination of all of these and squatting on the bathmat like a Neanderthal crapping, finally, produced enough of that goddamn 'stem' to grab (which was good, because I was dreading having use the kitchen tongs Up There or something) and, with a surprising amount of horrible suctioning "discomfort", the invader was routed! And, wonder of wonders, it was indeed partially filled. Not filled with DELICIOUS CANDY, no, but it did seem to have been, you know... -working-, before I so rudely dislodged it from its parasitic feeding. I felt a combination of grudging respect and intrigue, as one might upon meeting a foe worthy of their steel. Provided we could agree to disagree on the whole "turn 360 degrees in place" aspect, perhaps this could indeed be a workable partnership. Better than bleeding into the Rupununi and attracting every caiman, pirahna, and candiru fish for fifty miles.

But not without some boundaries first. I tied a ROPE to that stupid stem this time.

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