Auntie Flo' arrived last night, three months to the day since her last visit (blogs - useful for tracking your menstrual cycle). I'm so proud that I feel like calling my mam over in Kenya to tell her, so that she can be proud of me too.
And then I realise that I'm 27, not 12.
Jack over at Pandemian wrote a great post about what happens to her when she's premenstrual and doesn't know it;
And then I realise that I'm 27, not 12.
Jack over at Pandemian wrote a great post about what happens to her when she's premenstrual and doesn't know it;
There are many pleasant things about being sterile. [...] But my personal favourite is the sense of inner peace and beatific calm that settles upon you when you are able to finally let go of the constant low-level fear that is worrying about the tardy arrival of your period.In her case she suffers from lapses in good taste while shopping. I suffer from that all the time. Mine instead seems to be heralded by crippling weltschmertz and a craving for cheese.
