CONTENT WARNING: PERIODS. Obv. There Will Be Blood. And possibly other things that you might not particularly want to read about. In which case, my advice is: don't read it. And if you do read it, and come across something you don't like, don't come crying to me about how you read something you didn't want to read even though I very clearly warned you you would read about if you continued reading.
This has literally just started in the last five minutes. I opened Blogger ready to write about how I'd stopped wanting to set the world on fire for being so infuriating, and then my mind drifted to a couple of things that have happened today that have been a bit disheartening, then my shoulders started feeling really heavy and my eyes started feeling tired and now I want to go and make a pile out of every duvet in the house and crawl into it. Except I can't, because my children are inconveniently asleep under theirs. So I'll sit here and tell you lot all about it instead.
I woke up this morning with a headache. When I finally dragged my arse out of bed, I felt a bit creaky and achy, which is always fun. At least I know what it is this month though. I normally I mope around the house going "My head hurts! And I'm so tired! Why am I so tired? I have no idea why I'm tired and my head hurts!", until my husband asks "Really? You really don't know?" and waits for the penny to drop. Good job one of us is keeping track of these things.
Today I also had the tiniest smear of the tiniest speck of the tiniest hint of blood. I'm not sure it's even worthy of the name though, it's just kind of... pink. Ish. A smear of pink-ish. This means my actual period will arrive any time in the next 1 - 5 days. While I suppose it is great to have some kind of early-warning system in place, this is actually pretty freaking annoying, because now I'm properly on High-Alert Menstruation Watch until whenever it decides to grace me with its presence. Which is really distracting because I'll be trying to concentrate on something and losing my train of thought every two minutes wondering if I've come on. And then there is the sanitary protection dilemma - waste pantyliners when I know there could be absolutely nothing for days? Start using my mooncup now just in case, and then get paranoid about Toxic Shock Syndrome, which I don't even know if you can get from mooncups but I'll worry about anyway? Or just live dangerously and use nothing and hope I don't get caught out somewhere outrageously inconvenient, like up a mountain (not that I ever go up mountains) or in a traffic jam? As my plans for the next two days involve not leaving the house (at my kids' request, this is not a period-related thing!), it's not much of a worry this month though. Phew.
By the way, it was quite weird writing this post, and I'm still feeling a little bit uncomfortable about posting it, just because of that tiny mention of that tiny bit of barely-even-blood. Even though this was entirely my idea, and I'm not particularly shy or squeamish about this kind of thing, and the whole point of this is to be more open about our periods, it still feels like a pretty big step to be actually doing it. I'd better get over myself, it's going to get a lot worse than this.....
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