Reader discretion is advised for those who do not do well in the company of words describing the monthly visits ladies have from mother nature:
So I finally got my period yesterday. After being 10 days late. Surprisingly, I wasn’t freaking out a lot about that because since my last cycle, I always made sure Beau and I were all good and that the condoms didn’t leak or such after each session. I also always made a strong mental note each time that nothing suspicious or doubtful happened – that way, whenever I do become late, I don’t start getting doubtful like “wait, did it leak?!” and cause false memories due to a freak out. So because of that, I was roughly 99% sure there was no way I could be pregnant.
Regardless… I freaked out on day 10 though. Like, what if some miracle happened and I somehow got impregnated? I started googling (incognito mode of course haha) about early pregnancy signs and reasons my period could be late. Besides the safety checks Beau and I conducted, I was also mainly reassured I wasn’t pregnant because before my cycle was supposed to begin, a lot of external factors that generally can delay periods occurred.
For example, that was the week I began work, and my daily exercise jumped from an astounding 0 to 8 hours each day that week (exaggeration, I didn’t actually live an exercise-free life, but you get my point). That’s a huge jump, especially because I went from lounging around to lifting boxes hour after hour. So around day 2 or 3 of being late, I assumed it was because of my job.
A few more days went by period-less, and I started to think about what else it could be. Then I realized it was also because my daily routine has changed. During the school year I always woke up around a certain time, and when summer vacation started, I woke up later but regardless around the same time each day (around 10am). When work started, one day I would have to get up at 7am, another day I slept in till 11am, and another day woke up at 9am.
Then I also noticed I started to get a little sick. Not too much, but enough for me to realize I was starting to get sick. All of these things happened around the same time, so I guess it makes sense I would be late by nearly 2 fucking weeks.
Man, getting my period was a relief but also a total bitch. I was rejoicing over text to my close friend, but then soon cursing my luck at periods. Something I will post next: