Late
My periods have been changing.
I'm 37 years old, will be 38 in October, and I was informed two years ago that my hormone levels were decreasing and that I may be subject to early menopause. My cousin Yolanda experienced menopause at 37, so this is something that happens within my family history, but I was still surprised to hear of it. Especially when my periods for the last four years have been vicious in their intensity and ferocious in their arrival.
Typical period: Every 28 days without fail.
Day 1: spotting, bleed towards the end of the day.
Day 2-3: heavy bleed, using up an overnight pad every 1-2 hours.
Day 4-5: taper off, spotting, end
Now prior to this era of murder scene victim style periods, I was a really light 3 day bleeder. Even my husband said that he was glad that I was such a light bleed, because that meant never having to go without. Then enter the years 2006 to 2010. Ugh. Raging PMS, tender breasts, it's like my ovaries knew I was entering my middle years and were violently kicking out an egg every months in hopes of fertilization. Wasn't going to happen though, Jer got re-clipped again back in 1998, so our baby making days were long behind us.
Enter 2011. I knew this year was going to be different for many reasons. I had a great feeling about this year, and I still do. I didn't know that my periods were going to change though.
January: typical ferocious bleed.
February: mild menses. I was surprised.
March: very light red/brown but lasted 14 days. FOURTEEN. DAYS. However it was a light bleed, had it been the typical crimson tsunami coming to shore no doubt I would have been anemic with a major loss of sanity by the end of the period.
April: very light bleed, 4 days, very reminiscent of my menses of yore.
May: I should have started on the 7th, but here we are 10 days later and nothing. I had light spotting for two days, but nothing more.
Yesterday my Mother asked if I was pregnant. I said I can't be, I don't sleep with anybody else and Jer's had a vasectomy. She says, "are you sure?" and I say Mama, it can't be anybody else's, and God could find other more worthy candidates for the next Immaculate Conception. She says I should get checked. Jer knows I'm faithful, in fact we've spent so much time together the last month he even commented a few days ago, "It's a good thing you and I get along so well, because most other people spending this much time around each other would result in cabin fever and/or murder."
In the meantime, I don't know what the hell is going on with my body.