Mittelschmerz
"Oh God no! Surely it can't be!"
She reaches for her iPad and opens her fertility calendar app.
The highlighted green icon on the calendar confirms what her body has been trying to tell her all day, she has started ovulating.
Which could only mean one thing, her period was approximately 14 days away.
*activate survival mode*
PMS
The next 14 days are crucial for her. She crosses off things on her must/to do list:
- Buy the strongest pain killers at the pharmacy
- Pray her period doesn't come on a weekday
- Avoid wearing white clothes
- Avoid sweet things
- Mood swings. Bloating. Acne. Temperature. Tenderness. Constipation. Nausea.
- Pray for the soul of anyone who gets on her nerves.
- Cramps. Urgh
Dysmenorrhea
The red robots are here to mess up my day.....
She curls up in a fetal position on the bed, cradling a hot water bottle beneath her.
Nothing provides relief. She must suffer in silence for the next 24/48hours. Nobody understands her pain.
The topic of a woman on her period has always been a hush hush thing. Even the idea of bringing it up is subconsciously frowned upon. In ancient times, a woman on her period was considered unclean.
Even you reading this now are a bit uncomfortable.
Oh well.
In my humble expert opinion, between labour pains and a very bad tooth ache, menstrual cramps are the absolute worst.
Basically, it's like your uterus is trying to kill you.
I've once had cramps so bad I literally prayed for death to come.
Every girl tends to think she's got it bad until she meets another girl whose cramp episodes are just brutal. Kai! We should have a support group or something.
To be honest I can't seem to remember where I was going with this post.
Oh and ladies, while we are still on the matter, you can use any of the following very useful apps (Ladytimer or MyCalendar) to keep track of your cycle.
<<end of monologue>>
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