Back when I was tracking every moment and minutiae of my cycles, I always had a reason for things happening. If my boobs hurt, I’d say “oh, I must be about to start my period.” If I cried while listening to a commercial on the radio, well, obviously my period was about to start.
Now that I’m just living life and not paying that stuff attention, it’s so hard to know WHY things are happening. Today, I had to stop listening to the audio book of Har.ry Pot.ter and the Deat.hly Ha.llows because I was crying about Her.mione erasing her parents’ memories of her. I don’t think, though, that I’m anywhere near starting my period (didn’t I just have that???).
So, I guess I’ll just blame it on the tetons….