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Submitted by BeforeDreaming on Sat, 06/07/2008 - 9:51pm.
I got my period today, for the first time, in like 15 months. I'm feeling kind of melancholy about it.
I'm not one of those womyn who despises her period. On the contrary, I like that I can bleed each month. It balances me out.
The arrival of this period signifies the end of something I can't quite put my finger on. Maybe just the process of conception, gestation, and birth. My baby is growing up. He is probably my last one.
So, bleeding marks the end of a cycle for me. I'm sad to see it go.
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The day it came back, I sat on the edge of the bath tub with the door closed and cried hard. Not because I hate having a period (I do) but because it signalled the end of something that I couldn't put a finger on. I felt like I belonged less to Baby F with a period. It heralded the end of my fairytale time of pregnancy, birth, nursing, and nurturing only F. And it meant it was time for me to become my own person again. I suppose I should have felt happy about that, but I didn't and sort of felt the period was an intrusion into a state of being that I really loved inhabiting. Those feelings have mellowed, but after my fourth period I still feel a little wistful about my pre-period self.