Late
So, in my last post, I was talking about how my body needs a break from the nonstop pregnancy/breastfeeding cycle. Yet, ironically, my period was due that day and didn't show.
And, seriously y'all, I'm like clockwork. Count 28 days from my last period and BAM that's when it's coming. Kind of nice since I can be all prepared- 28 days and pantyliner in place, no ruined undies 'round here.
But, I justified it not showing on Monday by thinking that well, I think my period started late at night the last time that I got it, so maybe I should really be expecting it on Tuesday.
Tuesday comes, but no period.
Starting to freak out. Yes, I know it's just a day...but I did mention that I'm like clockwork, right? I had fully expected that I would wake up Tuesday morning needing to make a dash to the bathroom. Nope.
Didn't even come Tuesday night, when I headed out for a kid-free night with the girls: 99 cent margarita specials and then a movie. Yes, I did in fact drink four margaritas, being in complete denial that my period could be late for any reason other than that Mother Nature decided to screw with me this month. You know you always get your period when you are out and about, trying to have a good time. To further tempt fate, I didn't even come prepared, no tampon to be found in my purse.
Still thinking that this morning would be the time, I slept fine last night.
But, when the baby woke up for a feeding at 6am and I still didn't have my period, I couldn't get back to sleep.
I laid in bed thinking about all my selfish reasons that I wanted a break from another pregnancy. I thought about all the practical reasons why we really shouldn't have a baby: money, space, needing new baby stuff(which would include a new vehicle), not feeling like I have enough time or energy for the kids I already have some days!
Then panic really set in: OMG, what if I'm pregnant and it's twins this time????
This is not as crazy as it may sound. My grandmothers on both sides of my family were twins and fraternal at that, which is the hereditary kind. (Um, no not each other's fraternal twins, that would be a twisted family tree...but I just wanted to clarify because you'd be amazed at how many people have asked me that question.) Anyway, we've always said that it will probably happen whenever we say that we are pregnant with our last child- that that will be when I'm pregnant with twins.
I was in a mild panic, mixed with a heavy dose of denial.
All sorts of crazy thoughts were going through my head. At one point, I think I even prayed a promise to God that I would never again miss the experience of having a little girl, that I would fully enjoy having all boys and never make a negative comment about not getting to have a little girl, if I could just get my period. I'm sure that one amused the Big Guy.
Ahhhhhh! Breathing a sigh of relief here, I did get my period this morning. I might even have to celebrate cramps this month, I feel so grateful.
And, seriously y'all, I'm like clockwork. Count 28 days from my last period and BAM that's when it's coming. Kind of nice since I can be all prepared- 28 days and pantyliner in place, no ruined undies 'round here.
But, I justified it not showing on Monday by thinking that well, I think my period started late at night the last time that I got it, so maybe I should really be expecting it on Tuesday.
Tuesday comes, but no period.
Starting to freak out. Yes, I know it's just a day...but I did mention that I'm like clockwork, right? I had fully expected that I would wake up Tuesday morning needing to make a dash to the bathroom. Nope.
Didn't even come Tuesday night, when I headed out for a kid-free night with the girls: 99 cent margarita specials and then a movie. Yes, I did in fact drink four margaritas, being in complete denial that my period could be late for any reason other than that Mother Nature decided to screw with me this month. You know you always get your period when you are out and about, trying to have a good time. To further tempt fate, I didn't even come prepared, no tampon to be found in my purse.
Still thinking that this morning would be the time, I slept fine last night.
But, when the baby woke up for a feeding at 6am and I still didn't have my period, I couldn't get back to sleep.
I laid in bed thinking about all my selfish reasons that I wanted a break from another pregnancy. I thought about all the practical reasons why we really shouldn't have a baby: money, space, needing new baby stuff(which would include a new vehicle), not feeling like I have enough time or energy for the kids I already have some days!
Then panic really set in: OMG, what if I'm pregnant and it's twins this time????
This is not as crazy as it may sound. My grandmothers on both sides of my family were twins and fraternal at that, which is the hereditary kind. (Um, no not each other's fraternal twins, that would be a twisted family tree...but I just wanted to clarify because you'd be amazed at how many people have asked me that question.) Anyway, we've always said that it will probably happen whenever we say that we are pregnant with our last child- that that will be when I'm pregnant with twins.
I was in a mild panic, mixed with a heavy dose of denial.
All sorts of crazy thoughts were going through my head. At one point, I think I even prayed a promise to God that I would never again miss the experience of having a little girl, that I would fully enjoy having all boys and never make a negative comment about not getting to have a little girl, if I could just get my period. I'm sure that one amused the Big Guy.
Ahhhhhh! Breathing a sigh of relief here, I did get my period this morning. I might even have to celebrate cramps this month, I feel so grateful.
posted by Shell at
9:10 AM
2 Comments:
oh boy! I was starting to worry for you for a minute! I got pregnant with my second, it was planned, when my first was 8 months. This resulted in them being 16 months apart. Very chaotic, fun at times, but chaotic. The third has officially pushed me over the edge.
That's exactly how my first and second were, too. Got pregnant with the second when the first was 8 months old, planned, too, just didn't think it would happen quite that quickly.
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