Blah, blah, blah. . .you've been warned that this is about my period so do yourself a favor and stop reading if you aren't interested.
I consulted my special notes the other day and I realized that I have had twelve periods this year. Twelve! And I had a couple of very long, hope-building & dashing, cycles this year! I can't believe that November isn't even over yet and I've already had twelve periods for the year.
I'm dumbfounded further that my doctor didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this schedule. Somehow I have to believe that he would think it was highly disturbing if he suddenly began bleeding out of his privates every 20 days or so, but he isn't ham-handed so I guess that I'm willing to put up with his dismissive attitude.
More depressing than the knowledge that I've had twelve periods in less than eleven full months is the realization that I will likely have two more periods before the year is over. Of course, this is assuming that my body doesn't suddenly start flowing like an average woman. I'm also assuming at this point that I won't end the year with a bun in my oven.
I did the math and discovered that I would have spent around $100 on disposable products if I hadn't gone the reusable route earlier this year. One hundred dollars for something that would just end up in the garbage. . .no wonder I made the switch to reusable products!