My period is as regular as the phases of the moon. If I had to worry about the possibility of pregnancy, this would be a bad thing. But since I don’t have to worry about the possibility of being pregnant, having a period every month is a pain in the ass. And hips. And thighs. And ovaries and uterus. Basically everywhere between my belly button and upper thighs.
A lot of breastfeeding women whine and bitch about getting their periods back at three months, six months, nine months, twelve months. Pfft. IT MUST BE NICE. Do you know when I got my period back? Eight weeks postpartum with my daughter and seven weeks postpartum with my son. I was breastfeeding each time – and exclusively so with my son.
Not fair.
Anyway, I’m off to find some tampons. Alyssa and Ryan are both in bed, after an evening of being really really cute with one another, so I’m going to relax!


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