Last month my period was 22 days late.
March was an extremely stressful month, which sounds impossible since I was celebrating my birthday and my anniversary. However, it was. I had alot of stuff going on financially in my personal life and a lot of things going on in my professional life. I was eating plenty and not sleeping nearly enough.
Towards the end of the month, my stress excuse was wearing thin. I would stay up and think about how I had only had sex one time since my last period and how I was itchy from the detergent on the bedsheets and although, I managed to enjoy it it could not be the time when I got pregnant. I’m into karma and fate, they are two of my nearest and dearest. Well for that month, they were in high gear. I said outloud, if only to myself, that I would want to remember the sex that caused a pregnancy. That was prior to my lateness. Then the commercials on TV were covered with pregnant women and babies. Celebrities were popping kids left and right. The thought was everywhere I turned.
At night it consumed my dreams and my thoughts.
I even tried to will myself to de-stress and allow for the period to come. I begged, I pleaded and I prayed with God (oh how Judy Blume I am). Nothing happened. I knew I had a gyno visit at the end of March and that if it (or symptoms of it) hadn’t shown up I could always ask to pee in a cup.
And then – on the day of James and my one year anniversary I got angry. I got very angry and very depressed. I cried for hours. The PMDD had arrived! Hallelujiah! Granted, it ruined the anniversary because I was an angry, weepy mess but still. It meant that the period was on its way. I was not pregnant.
On the day of my appointment I got a very shocked look from the nurse when I gave her the last date of menstruation. But my good old Doc told me that stress can cause a period to disapear for more than just one month – three was the max! After that conversation we discussed the PMDD. Although we never really mentioned it by name. He was going to give me some water pills to take when I feel angry, weepy and watery. But then I mentioned that I want to return to the world of female contraceptive. He then prescribed for me Yasmin.
I’m currently in my second week of pills (had to make it through one period, ya know) and I am in love with them. It’s a lower dose hormone so it doesn’t make me feel insane. And thankfully it takes care of PMDD symptoms towards the end of the month. I (obviously) haven’t been there just yet so let’s hope it works. It’s not fun to tell my boyfriend not to talk to me for fear of saying something completely off-key.
I got in trouble after my appointment of course. I didn’t mention to James about my lateness, at least not to the extent of 22 days, and he got mad. I mean, I honestly understand where he is coming from and why he would be concerned about me having a baby but I’m taking the steps to prevent that. However, before when it was a toss up between that and stress I was fully prepared to take care of the situation alone if I had to. I’m a big girl, if I’d get into a situation like that I’d face it.
Anyway, i’m not in that situation so all is well. The pills are awesome and I have my phone set as an alarm so I remember to take them. The best part of the process – the pills have killed my appetite! I really hope this helps motivate me to work out because I am tanking out. Not cool! I can’t have a hot, sexy boyfriend and then be some boring fat chick. No thank you! I gotta try and keep up here. (To be fair he has never ever ever said anything about my weight, this all personal reflection)
I can’t wait to see what happens next week with the PMDD and the Yasmin. Everyone cross your fingers!
