Well it looks like I won’t be having my beach or pool day after all. We were supposed to meet up with friends and have a fabulous time. Instead I am inside blogging with cramps. I love blogging, but compare it to having a beach day, and…well…blogging ain’t looking so hot.

I was sitting here thinking about it, and my period has interrupted a lot of fun days throughout my life since I was thirteen years old. I’ll name a few, just for a laugh…

1) Prom – well, that’s pretty self-explanatory.
2) In college, I was lugging tampons around a resort in Florida during a Spring break frat trip. (My little brother would be annoyed if he knew I was calling a fraternity a frat. Sorry, bro.) This also includes a 15-hour bus ride from Tennessee to Florida with only one pit stop and a bus full of drunk college peeps.
3) The crimson tide killed a couple of days during a Maui trip with L. Including on the Road to Hana, a winding narrow road where you definitely don’t want to be on your period.
4) It made an appearance in Puerto Vallarta. I came back from the trip with a sunburn, and a pack of pads with directions written on them in Spanish.

The list goes on…

I think I have some voo doo, mind body connection where my mind says, “Hey, a vacation is coming up or an event where you might be wearing a skirt or a swimsuit.” Then my body goes, “Start up the menstrual engines!” It’s uncanny the amount of times this happens.

Luckily, my period came a few days before our wedding, so I wasn’t in high tide mode on the day of. I think I was on day 4 and had hit the trickle down effect by then. I was happy that things were under control on our actual wedding day. Day 3 or 4 can occasionally trick you and produce an unexpected flood. I hate when that happens. You get all excited and think you can wear a skirt on day 4, and then whoooosh…just kidding, black pants it is.

I can’t tell you how many times I have made L look at my butt to make sure I’m not “leaking”. Usually it’s just me being paranoid, but once or twice I have actually bled through. Ahhh, the comforts of being together for a looooong ass time. Don’t I sound like a sexy bitch of a wife?

And with that, I will leave you. Maybe I will find my way to a park or something to enjoy the sun in some way, shape, or form πŸ™‚



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    May 31, 2010

    Oh Carly! I feel for you! Like I said before my Dr perscribed me the pill thinking it was my progesterone levels that were low and causing the crazy ass cycle… but apparently its not working either! I feel like thats all I ever do is ride the crimson tide!!
    I hope that one day all this will be resolved… for us both! πŸ™‚ Hope your having a great day otherwise!

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    June 1, 2010

    Ugh. I am right there with you. Both times I have been to the top of the Empire State Building, I have come on, and anyone who has used the ladies bathrooms up there will understand what an unpleasant experience that is.

    I'm currently flitting between cycles of 25 and 35 days and praying that dear "Aunt Flo" won't be visiting during the wedding!

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    June 2, 2010

    I feel your pain! I can't tell you how many times in high school I felt COMPLETELY embarassed.

    Excitement and stress can bring it on early. Maybe that's what you're body is hypersensative too? Working out and moving around when you have cramps can really help though! (Even though I know, that's when we LEAST feel like doing it!)

    Thought I was going to have to cancel my biopsy tomorrow due to it, but thankfully, it seems to have stopped just in time. Even though my MD is an OBGYN and used to all those fluids, I'd rather not put this off any longer! Wish me luck.

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    June 3, 2010

    I also feel your pain. I had my period 2 weeks before our wedding, so I thought I was all set, but as I made the obligatory potty before you get in the big white dress, guess what I found? Yup I had breakthrough bleeding on our wedding day, and for at least the first three days of our honeymoon. Left lovely red marks on my BRAND NEW "Just Married" Victoria's Secret panties too! I was not a happy camper. Neither was hubby; it kind of put a damper on our first few newlywed nights. πŸ™ Plus right after the breakthrough bleeding stopped, I entered the PMS stage. Not a great state to be in whilst on a trip to Disney world (which makes you pretty crabby already with all the screaming kids, and waiting in endless lines), in 90 degree, high humidity weather. Once again, hubby wasn't the happiest of campers. Neither was I when I saw how bloated I looked in all our honeymoon photos – and oh yea, on the day of the wedding too- it was quite annoying hearing "suck it in" as much as I did thanks to the aforementioned bloating.