As many of you may recall I quit birth control cold tofurkey back in late September.
I've been waiting for the day when I could get on here and say Aunt Flo is in the hizzy; but still, she has not came to visit.
I'm wondering if I should be freaking out? I am not freaking out. But I'm curious to find out when my body will get back on track, back into a pattern, perhaps when that happens I will too?
Routine would be nice. But also, my life doesn't really bend well to routine. Schedules are actually making me anxious. For example, roller-derby, twice a week, at very specific times; it's not the fact that I am putting my 150# body on 8 wheels and circling around on a cement floor as fast as I can, but that I have to do it at a designated time. That makes me nervous. Isn't that weird?
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm sure there are plenty of things.
Maybe I already mentioned this, but I would really love events to be like Netflix movies; you can pick the time and day you want to go; instead of them being "pre-scheduled" on specific dates. But, alas, life doesn't work that way.
If I was a better life-designer I'd invite a way.
But for now, I'll just keep waiting, period.
(One of the many reasons why I'd never wanna be knocked up)
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