Srin: Yes, but it works as an excuse coz it's true! I have UNBELIAVABLE PMS, I feel unloved and grouchy and whiny and it's horrible! M: (sorry, didn't see you back there) Grarh. Primal soup: And then there's that also :)Īishwarya: I'm contemplating going on the pill, but I've heard it makes you feel fat and unattractive also. Imagine three women living together and ALL PMSing. What's worse is, since I live with two girls, over the past two months our cycles have sorta adjusted to each other so this time we all got our period on the same day. Sonia: I could go along with being manic depressive, but I'm also super pissed off about everything. I speak from experience here :) Hang in there! Zareen: being unhappy in love AND PMSing is the worst possible combination. Loves angel bride: sixteen? Wow, however did you manage? I would've been convinced that i was going to die unmenstruated. I like a good strong manly painkiller myself :) And oh, speaking of men, there was this guy I knew was back in class nine who used to ask sweetly whether you just changed the side of your st like a cassette or something when one side was full. Whitelight: like buchu said, THREE? Seven actually, and when I first began, something like ten.īuchu: combiflam's too light. Mobius: Ah, yes, but sex or not, a late period can be the cause of much stress. And, honey, liberated women but their OWN drinks and of the boy with them ) trust me, the LAST thing I 'm thinking about is multiple orgasms right now. No more feeling not-quite-fresh - even after a shower.ĮM Wednesday, 21 December 2005 at 14:33:00 GMT+5:30 Or maybe she just likes to wear white cotton capris.) It will mean no more tampons, panty liners or maxi pads with wings. (Maybe she's an athlete who doesn't want to bleed during swim meets. It will mean being able to customize their cycles to suit their lives. UPDATE, UPDATE!: It will mean all sorts of choices for the next generation of adolescent girls. If after all this I find I am unable to have children, I will sue. Now, all it took was a hot water bottle across my stomach and oh, a hot shower. My cramps finally vanished around third year college. And I was popping about two or three a day. Only it was really strong so it made me quite groggy. Screw the exercise, I thought and discovered this fantastic painkiller called Cyclopam which erased the pain in about 15 minutes. Exercise? Did she not realise how much effort it was just to crawl out of bed to go to the bathroom? They got so bad I went to see a doctor who said I wans't getting enough exercise. The cramps started when I was about sixteen, horrible, painful cramps that feel like someone's punched you in the stomach and then goes on and on and on punching you even when you curl up into a ball and whimper. Getting stains on your school skirt was annoying, not being able to swim was annoying, those horrible bulky sanitary towels just interfered with everything. And for a while I felt grown up and cool and my grandmother sent me money but then, it just became a pain in the ass. And every morning I'd crawl into my parents bed and tell her, "It still hasn't come. My mom told me not to worry and that when I did actually get it I wouldn't enjoy it very much, but who listens to their mothers? I didn't. Every morning I'd go to the bathroom and check and nooooooooo. We read Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret and Have You Started Yet? only I HADN'T. And three of my friends alreayd had, including my best friend who came scampering over after school to tell me the fabulous news.
#Trigan d in pregnancy free#
Down, chumming (Which I hate), that time of the month, (feel free to add more if you know them). I remember being twelve and back then it was like a competition with me and my friends to see who'd get "down" first. I even caught myself sniffling at American Pie 2 last night.) That diamond ad where the little kid draws a picture of his mom with some seven arms? I cry like a baby every time that comes on. You don't feel fat and unattractive and oily skinned and bloated once a month. How come no one told me when I signed up for this how painful it was going to be? If you're a guy, you're lucky. The time when your body says, whee, let's drop out half the contents of your uterus through that little hole! Wheeeee! And oooooooh, what does this muscle do?
I mean, hello, what's not to love about being of the "fairer sex"? All I want to do is go back to bed, and curl up quietly under my blanket and die. Little rhinosauruses (rhinosauri?) are dancing up and down my shoulders.
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