This is one of those womanly posts. You have been warned.
I am a lucky woman.
I am one of those women you love to hate.
No, it’s not my perfectly flat butt. (My mom didn’t like the word butt growing up, so she would always say, “Jeppsons don’t have butts!” And it’s true.)
No, it’s not my acne at age 31.
Seriously, you are going to hate me when you hear this.
After giving birth, I usually go over a year without any visits from….you know….our dreaded Aunt Flo.
Yes indeed….11 months with Colin, 15 with Gabe, 15 with Oliver, and we have yet to find out with Carina.
Is that a weird thing to talk about on my blog? I kind of think it is, but then when I think about it more, it is no less personal than a birth story, and I want women out there to know that this is a possible benefit of breastfeeding.
NO PERIOD FOR 2 YEARS! SPREAD THE WORD!!!!
Notice I said possible. Don’t be a total dummy and rely on it, and don’t be all jeal if you don’t get this benefit, hater.
So anyway, once my babies hit one year, I am a ticking time-bomb.
When I find myself literally pulling my hair when my kids scream….
or every thing Chad says seems annoyingly condescending….
or my back has a little ache…….
or my stomach seems to poke out even more than usual…..
I think, OH NO! This is it! It is back!
And then a week passes with nothing and I realize, nope, it is just me……irritable me with the creaky body and belly pouch. Just me.
And then I remember that once a month I am going to be irritable me times ten.
Tick tock. Tick tock.