Sometimes, I listen to cheesy 80's mix tapes.
I'm getting behind. I just can't seem to keep up with my own life as it spins out of my control.
Friday: Boyfriend has perfectly manicured fingernails that do not appear feminine, just well groomed.
Saturday: Boyfriend respects my urge for a lot of privacy.
Sunday: Boyfriend understands that I find his parents intimidating and does not force me to spend time with them.
Monday: Boyfriend always plans ahead.
That being said, I think it's about time I go back to the gynecologist and get birth control pills. I resisted using them, simply because I spend so much time on birth control, I wanted to avoid having my body get completely whacked out. But, like clockwork, the month I stop popping the pills, my cycles grind to a halt, and I get to have the continual "could I be pregnant, no, that's not logical, but I've been missing my periods, yes, but you also haven't been participating in the necessary activities to precipitate a pregnancy" talks with myself.
I think said visit might also be beneficial because I've noticed that the frequency of a small problem has skyrocketed. Like most women I know, what can be very pleasurable will turn to horrible pain in the blink of an eye...And while that may have happened 1/5 times in the past...I've found that it's happening every time. I've also noticed a new need for all kinds of slippery products that I never needed in the past.
Maybe menopause came early. I do have a difficult time regulating my body temperature.
As long as there are no change-of-life babies, I'm cool with that.
Friday: Boyfriend has perfectly manicured fingernails that do not appear feminine, just well groomed.
Saturday: Boyfriend respects my urge for a lot of privacy.
Sunday: Boyfriend understands that I find his parents intimidating and does not force me to spend time with them.
Monday: Boyfriend always plans ahead.
That being said, I think it's about time I go back to the gynecologist and get birth control pills. I resisted using them, simply because I spend so much time on birth control, I wanted to avoid having my body get completely whacked out. But, like clockwork, the month I stop popping the pills, my cycles grind to a halt, and I get to have the continual "could I be pregnant, no, that's not logical, but I've been missing my periods, yes, but you also haven't been participating in the necessary activities to precipitate a pregnancy" talks with myself.
I think said visit might also be beneficial because I've noticed that the frequency of a small problem has skyrocketed. Like most women I know, what can be very pleasurable will turn to horrible pain in the blink of an eye...And while that may have happened 1/5 times in the past...I've found that it's happening every time. I've also noticed a new need for all kinds of slippery products that I never needed in the past.
Maybe menopause came early. I do have a difficult time regulating my body temperature.
As long as there are no change-of-life babies, I'm cool with that.
posted by iconoclastical at 3:19 AM
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