On one of the forums I regularly haunt, there was a discussion on why that time of the month can be a positive thing. At first I scoffed at the idea. After 14 months of trying to conceive a baby, I found the idea that there was anything positive about a failed cycle laughable. But as the idea rolled around in my brain, I realized that there were positives to having a period:
1. I actually get a period every 30 days. I didn't realize what a blessing this was until I started talking to other women struggling with infertility.
2. Soft, squishy, pretty mama cloth. It's my lingerie of that time of the month. I actually get excited choosing out which pattern and luxurious fabric will grace my tush for the day.
3. I can end any stressful days with a glass of wine...or three without worrying if there’s a tiny fetus in there also indulging.
4. It gives Adam and I a break from our regular amorous endeavours. We cuddle more (without it having to lead anywhere) and by the time my week is over, we’re both ready to start fresh!
5. I can play scientist with my Diva cup. Gross but true. I find it all fascinating!
6. It's another three weeks before that familiar pang hits of "what if?"
7. If I'm feeling delusional, my bloat is enough that I can stick out my gut and pretend that I'm pregnant to wig out my coworkers.
8. It means I'm still young enough to not be menopausal, which means we still have a chance.
So there you are. I guess there really is a silver lining to every situation!
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