It's been 133 days since my last period. That's 19 weeks. Today I begin the count again. According to my Dr. I have to be without a cycle for 1 full year to be considered in menopause. I have been a participant to this song and dance now for about 2 years, although this is the longest wait yet.
My hormones are very confused about how to behave. They were usually very reliable about doing their job. I could count out 20-25 days and yup around day 15- 20 I could feel the crankiness coming on and then a few days later I knew I wasn't pregnant. Yippee! I did have a rather short cycle but it was constant. There were times when I was so grateful to see the first spotting, I know you know what I mean. And at other times it was dreaded. Vacation anyone? Was it only me. But every time we made plans to go away my period thought it was invited too! I would try to figure out how to hide from it by forecasting with the calendar, most of the time without success.
The first time I missed a period, besides my 2 pregnancies, I was 45. I remember buying a pregnancy test and holding my breath while praying not to see the + sign. In 2 excruciating minutes I found I was not to have a 3rd child. Whew! I did not want to be "that" woman. Since then I have had many more missed periods. It is becoming normal. I admit it's rather nice not having to deal with pads, tampons, leaks and general yuckiness. On the other hand this means I am ageing. This is a bit harder to stomach. I was at the Dr. last month and was handed a pamphlet about what to expect during menopause. After skimming through it I can tell you there is not much to look forward to besides not having a period. We'll talk about that on another post.
So, although I don't particularly care for my period I am actually almost happy that it's decided to visit with me again like a long lost friend.