I suddenly find myself in some bizarro universe. What I always thought would never happen EVER just happened. One of the things I’d accepted about myself is that whatever birthcontrol I’d be on, I’d have a freak cycle that would vary between 3 and 13 weeks.

This is the reason why I’ve been using the Implanon and the Mirena, because then I could actually trust that I was steadily protected. It was easier for me to trust in something that was placed inside my body than a pill that I could forget to take every day. I found it easier to trust that things were alright when my period was late, this way. And my period was always late. Or way early. Or whatever. It’s very easy to grow paranoid this way. But I lived this way for the past fifteen years of which I’ve spent ten years in a steady relationship, so I learned not to worry and become a bit fatalistic about it. If it would happen, it would happen.

Not now, though. For the fourth cycle in a row, I’ve had my period on the fourth week. I would cry if I wasn’t so astonished.

Seriously, me … regular? Next thing you know is that the sun’ll turn green O_o