The Curse

The bloody fury has followed me to Puerto Rico. I'm okay with it because at least here, I can bleed in peace. No little people questioning if my PP has a boo boo or explaining the reasoning for putting a Bandaid on it. Here, I don't have to come up with stories like fruit punch making my pee come out red. Here, I don't have to hide in the bathroom, praying for a moment to deposit or withdraw a tampon without being caught in the act!

This bloody fury of mine tends to show up at the worst times. The worst ever- my wedding day! Can you imagine? So of course it followed me on my honeymoon as well.

I have a long history with "the curse" as my mother refers to it. My love/hate relationship with "the curse" began early on in the 5th grade. My mom never even had the talk with me yet. I was playing in the snow outside my friends house and kept getting these horrible stomach pains. I went inside to use her bathroom and was horrified to find a brown surprise. I thought I had shit myself! I frantically called my mom- disclosing all information to her in fear that others would hear my conversation. I was mortified to describe my findings to her- and when I did, she knew she had a lot of explaining to do!

As happy as I was to find out I still had control of my bowels, I was not happy to hear that this would be happening to me for many years to come- and once a month no less!

Before pregnancy, the curse lived up to its name. Trying to get pregnant with an irregular period that can come around every 52 days or so, is not an easy task. I hated to see it when it did show up the months that I was hoping it wouldn't. I also did not miss it once I became pregnant. Included in the many benefits of breastfeeding came the absence of the monthly visitor. It was so nice not getting it for close to 2 years with each of my kids!

I've also had moments where the curse wasn't much of a curse at all. Moments like these I was overjoyed...ruined white pants and all. Moments like these made me take back anything bad I had ever said about it.

Its been a rocky road for the curse and I for the past 25 years or so. This is one of those things that you love to hate, but will miss when its gone. With the disappearance of your menstrual cycle comes the hot flashes of menopause and fears of growing older. Its crazy how it comes full circle.

Now on vacation, as my cycle and vacation come to an end, the only blood I want to think about is the Bloody Mary greeting me each morning.  Here's to you CURSE, for your always perfect timing. 

No Bloody Mary's were harmed while writing this post...I hope.

                                                                                                                              

Cheerio!