For the past couple of months I’ve been feeling like I’m about to get my period. Not so much the moodiness that comes with PMS, bit the mild pelvic discomfort. It’s been enough for me to bring along pads when I am planning on being away from home for an extended period of time.
In the last couple of weeks I have been exhausted to the point of nodding off during nursing sessions and cuddle time on the couch.
In the past week I have felt like I’ve been about to have a panic attack. My anxiety has been horrible. I thought I was going crazy. I started popping my placenta pills (which I need to blog about!!). They worked enough to help me fall asleep so I wasn’t up all night panicking over the fact I couldn’t take a deep breath.
Then it finally happened. My period came back. Six and a half months postpartum. I haven’t missed it.
Tracking it. Buying tampons and pads. I haven’t missed any of it.
As quickly as it appeared, it was gone again. It was probably the shortest period I’ve ever had — about two days. I have no idea if that’s what the norm is going to be now. I can handle a two day period, but the anxiety was horrible. I don’t want that to be the norm.
I got my period back around 12 week postpartum after G was born. I blame that on having to go back to work. I’m happy that I didn’t have to worry (much) about a period for six and a half months (just two weeks after we started introducing solids).
But I still wish it had waited until closer to one year to come back. Mentally, I’m not ready to keep on top of this too.