I never had regular periods except when I was on British birth control pills, which have a higher amount of hormones than in Canada. Then, my period always started on Friday at 10am. It was magic. One of the few things I miss about living in England. And apparently the French pill is even stronger and therefore more awesome.
Now, though, my primary sexual partner and I use no birth control (Andrew got a vasectomy after we’d been dating for a few months and decided we wanted to be together and be childfree together), and I use condoms with any other men, so I’m at my body’s mercy. It sucks.
I’ve been in a weird start of my period limbo for nearly three days now. Thanks, me. I feel so upset, irritable, uncomfortable in my own skin. I keep starting to spot and then not actually starting to bleed. Cramps start and then stop. My nipples have been sensitive for a week! This is normal PMS for me the last few years.
And on the subject of nipples! When I was a teenager, I had a pierced nipple. I loved it. I miss it. Every few years I think about getting them done again, but I didn’t get sensitive nipples when I had one pierced. What would it be like now? I bet I wouldn’t be able to wear a shirt a week out of every cycle. Which doesn’t really work for the real world. So, fuck it, I guess.
I know what I may have to look forward to. My mother’s periods got worse and worse her whole adult life. It’s a horrifying story and I won’t go into details here. She, just this PMS, suggested that I remove my uterus. It’s an idea, for sure, but how much would it change me? She lost her sex drive when she got a hysterectomy, and my biggest fear is losing mine.
Okay. Rant over. Thanks for reading, if you did. I’ll be fine. I have a box of red wine!