I think of it as a sacrifice to the gods of what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-my-cycle?!
So here we are on day 40 of the never ending cycle.
I need Sherlock Holmes to investigate *cue dramatic Victorianesque music* "The case of the missing period"
I've tried planning a hot night of passion, I've tried a hot night of passion.. ahem... I've tried ignoring it, pah see if I care... I've worn my best knickers and left my emergency tampon (now burnt) at home. I'm trying acupressure now, thank you for the links Danielle, I'm
Meditation? Oh yes, I'm trying to "imagine a healing energy filling my ovaries and womb and seeing my reproductive system filling with the glowing light of strength energy and power"... or somesuch.
Humour? Youbetcha. If I didn't laugh I'd cry.
This isn't how it was supposed to be.
Maybe kittens will trigger it?