Heavy for the first two days. I change the pad a few times per day.
There are five days between the beginning and end of my period but nothing much happens on day four, nearly every month. Does that happen to anyone else? It has for me since a year or so in. The first two days are the heaviest and they’re often really bad - so much so that if I’m home I don’t wear tampons because clots seem to make cramps much worse, and they need to be changed nearly hourly instead of every other like pads. The rest of the time it’s bearable and less than half as heavy.
I feel like I hit the period jackpot when I was born and I still hate having one.
I’ve never had regular periods in my life. I have 4 to 5 of them a year and they last about 2-3 days, if that. I use the smallest tampon they make and change it just a few times a day.
I don’t get cramps, bloated, PMs, or anything like that. Wait, I had cramps one time for a day and I called all my friends and told them that I don’t know how they could stand it every month.
This month I kind of had a period. I had blood early in the morning and inserted a tampon. When I took it out a few hours later it was barely used. I didn’t put another one in and that’s all I’ve had.
Go on, you can tell me you hate me.
I hate you.
Not on the same days, but yes. About day 5 or 6 I think my period’s over, and lo! It’s back, for another 1-2 days. Bugger it.
Preparing to be hated … three or four days of not much at all. Mini pads will do me.
To put it bluntly? Yup. I had 2 pregnancies try to kill me, lost both sprogs, the second time around my OB/GYN determined that another pregnancy would stand a pretty good choice to kill me … the Catholic hospital he had been practicing in refused categorically to let lapsed Baptist me get my tubes tied so he moved his practice to a secular hospital and tied my tubes. I was lobbying for a hysterectomy but practice is for a young 20s female is actually not to rip out the girly bits unless they are inimical to life more or less, so I got stuck with being tormented monthly because back in the early 80s it was determined there were ‘too many hysterectomies being performed that were unneeded’ and it got really impossible to get one approved by the hospital boards. The excuse given was ‘too many women were regretting losing their fertility’ because they decided they really did want to pop a watermelon sized parasite out their cootchies. Now that they found an actual tumor, it was apparently OK to destroy the last few fading years of possible fertility [though any 48 year old that wants to pop a sprog needs her head examined, not a kid]
I lost my girly card long before I hit adulthood, I have never wanted a kid, and honestly have no idea why anybody would want a kid … the idea of a parasite causing me 9 months of pain and agony [ obviously I do not handle pregnancy well at all] followed by a chest burster popping out my cootchie is absolutely abhorrent to me. I have the maternal instinct of a rock, to be honest.