I Didn't Miss You One Bit, PERIOD.

Dear Buddy, Old Pal, Old Friend of Mine:

Wow, what a roller coaster of a ride our relationship has been on.

Remember the first time we met? It was a spring afternoon, right before my 6th grade swim lessons. Because you wanted to hang out so unexpectedly, I had to lie and tell the gym teacher I forgot my suit.

And over the past 20 odd years, you’ve managed to spoil sleepovers, wreck short summer dresses, and even mess up the sheets with your untimely arrival.

You’ve left a trail of destruction on countless bath towels, and pretty much have destroyed my long-standing relationship with Victoria and her secrets. When you really want to get under my skin, you’ll rush in, riding a crimson wave of furry, and thwart my spontaneous attempts at any sort of horizontal play date I might be trying to schedule.

Admittedly, our relationship has gotten weird over the past 10 years. You come and go, at your leisure, and rarely let me know your travel schedule. Sometimes, you show up and hang out for a few days, and then other times you ignore me completely for months on end. Heck, there was a time a couple years ago when you would knock on my door every 10 days, and we know how that ended. His name is Gage, and he’ll be three this fall.

When you’re around, I’m short tempered and bitchy. I ache, I drag, I make up every excuse in the book to stay curled up in bed and loath you. I hate it when you invade my space.

But I get it. I know and understand your purpose in my life, and for that I’ll tolerate you. Heck, I might even respect you and your crafty agenda. You’re a necessary evil in my life, and deep down your motives are pure and good. I love you for who you are, and what you stand for. When you use your power for good and not evil, it’s pure brilliance.

But that doesn’t mean I always have to like you.

I know you won’t be around forever, and that someday you’ll just go away for good. You’ll be replace with new friends like Hot Flash and Night Sweats.

And until you’re gone for good, I’ll continue to manage your presence the best I can. I’ll ride the cotton pony, and spend my evenings eating my face off with Ben & Jerry.

Love & Oreos,



It’s true, I got my period 2 days ago, after a 14 month hiatus. But I’m not bitter or anything…

How many months (or weeks) were you postpartum when you got your cycle back?

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