 I was chatting with Lauren via text awhile ago
and somehow the topic of our first period came up.
Her husband calls it "her pyramid". 
Is this a socially acceptable topic for a blog post?
Does it help if I say it was totally Lauren who brought it up?
Well the convo reminded me of the first time I ever had cramps.
I was chatting with Lauren via text awhile ago
and somehow the topic of our first period came up.
Her husband calls it "her pyramid". 
Is this a socially acceptable topic for a blog post?
Does it help if I say it was totally Lauren who brought it up?
Well the convo reminded me of the first time I ever had cramps. 
I was in middle school, so 11 or 12 years old, 
and my family had dragged me (drug me?) on a camping trip. 
I had zero interest in spending a weekend outside with bugs, and dirt and tents.
To be honest, not much has changed in the last 15 years. 
But alas I had no choice,
and being the angst-ridden pre-teen girl I was,
made sure to pout about it. 
In addition to the normal misery that is camping
I felt awful. 
My stomach hurt so badly in a way I couldn't describe. 
I was walking back to the tent from the disgusting porta-potty
when it really began to ache. 
I decided that it made complete sense to lay down on the dirt trail 
in.the.middle.of.the.forest. 
I mean, what was weird about that? 
It felt so much better.
So there I was laying in the dirt,
thinking nothing of it
{we were in the middle of nowhere!}
When I'm approached by the ranger in his little ranger truck.
"Young lady are you okay?"
Of course I'm okay. 
Is it alarming to you Mr. Ranger to find a young girl laying in the dirt in the middle of the forest? 
Weird.
He took me back to my horrified parents
{who still give me a hard time about it to this day}
and I told my mom about my "stomachache". 
She gave me a pill and I took a nap in the tent. 
It was like a miracle drug.
I was healed! 
What was this magical medication she had healed my body with?
Midol.
Welcome to womanhood.