George's Baggage

[Disclaimer - Guys you just might want to skip this one.]

So, Mother Nature and I have a love hate relationship.  I understand the need for George (my name for THAT time) to arrive every month.  However, don't get me wrong, some days I really question if I am ever going to have that experience.  That is another topic for another day.

Now, George comes in cycles.  I have learned to adapt to them and roll with his whims.  One thing I give him, he is at least consistent.  I can count 4 weeks out, and sure enough - he is back.  But, the luggage he drops off, I wish was consistent.  Some months it is light, the next month it is flood gates.  Truly I have been blessed with this disaster since George first arrived on the scene in junior high.  I really wish my mom would take those roses back - I mean really I don't enjoy this "welcoming" to womanhood.  Of course, there was the time the ER doctor told me I shouldn't be alarmed that I was going through a Super Plus every 15 minutes - that was normal.  WTF?

Sorry, digressing.  Well, George was due for arrival on Friday and as is normal, George arrived without much fanfare.  Sunday, well that all changed.  I knew George was a little heavier on baggage if you will but didn't think much of it.  I headed out to Walmart to buy groceries for the week.  Of course, they didn't have a number of things that I needed and I headed across the road to HEB.  Well, by the time I got into the store, I had that uncomfortable feeling.  But the feeling was beyond uncomfort.  I honestly knew I was in serious trouble and was just trying to get out of the store.  Have you ever tried to walk quickly while squeezing your legs together, praying to God few people notice and the damage can be minimized?  Yep, impossible. Similar to the scene out of Super Bad, I just had my period in the grocery store instead of on someones leg. 

Well, George didn't finish there and continued to create havoc on the rest of my evening.  After four clothes changes, he finally decided he could be normal again.  Just like a man, easily can &uck with your plans when you weren't expecting it.  I think 9 months of pregnancy and not having to deal with George...well bliss.