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?