By: Jamie Reynolds
Updated: Aug. 3, 2023
Originally Published: Aug. 31, 2010
Back in the day, my menstrual cycle was as reliable as a Swiss watch. I could predict when it would begin, give or take a couple of days. Planning trips became a breeze; I knew exactly when to don a swimsuit at the beach or when to opt for a cozy visit to a wax museum. White pants were my friend most of the time, but I also had my trusty Ozzy Osbourne outfits ready for when things went south. Mother Nature didn’t stand a chance against my well-timed preparations. But now? It feels more like a game of chance—without any winnings.
Nowadays, my periods have taken on a life of their own. They’re as unpredictable as a toddler on a sugar high, with each one varying in intensity and duration like a dramatic performance. I once had a handle on whether to grab a panty liner or go straight to the heavy-duty supplies. Now, it feels like I’m rolling the dice every month. What I once considered menstrual cramps have escalated into full-on seismic activity, shaking my entire body; even my toenails seem to join in the chorus of discomfort. I can almost hear my ovaries chuckling at my expense.
As if that weren’t enough, the bloating has hit an all-new level. When I was younger, I experienced minor bloating that merely suggested I had eaten a baseball. Fast forward two decades, and I’ve transformed into a walking puff pastry, squishing into nothing but men’s sweatpants and a stretchy sports bra. My abdomen could easily be mistaken for that of a pregnant woman, which is hilariously ironic, given the entire situation.
The mood swings? They’re reminiscent of pregnancy, but not quite as charming. My emotions have become wild; I can shift from joyful to “I might just bite your head off” in a heartbeat. It’s like the glass is perpetually half empty, even when it’s brimming. The mood fluctuations are so intense, you’d be wise to avoid making light of my monthly visitor. Jokes like “riding the crimson wave” or “red sails in the sunset” will unleash a storm that resembles something out of a horror film. Those clichés? Not amusing anymore, especially coming from a guy. I’m practically in crisis mode here—some empathy, please!
And speaking of empathy, let’s talk survival strategies. Chocolate and ice cream? Those are your lifelines, not mine. So, if you bring me a tub of Ben & Jerry’s and a bag of Hershey’s Kisses, I might just survive the next few days without turning into a total monster.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to grab my heating pad and settle in for a viewing of The Notebook. This month, I’ve officially become Mount St. Helens.
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Summary
As time goes on, the experience of menstruation can become increasingly unpredictable and uncomfortable. From severe cramps resembling seismic quakes to bloating that makes one feel like a puff pastry, the journey can be quite the challenge. Mood swings can also escalate, making it essential to approach the topic with understanding and care. Whether it’s about survival strategies like indulging in ice cream or seeking additional resources on female infertility and at-home insemination, navigating this monthly ordeal requires a sense of humor and support.