|The Pill - Birth Control - Contraceptive|
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I've been chained to the daily pill since I was 15, due to medical issues that were easily stifled with a daily prescription. After my body finally went on to relatively regular cycle, I was able to finally start enjoying my life, and get more active in after school activities.
I was 13 when AF first showed up, and I was very excited, and even did a happy dance. After starting high school, and having my first few BFs I found myself in embarrassing situations, that lead my mother talking with me more about our genetic line, and physical health. I have Endometriosis, which means, I suffered from my uterine lining growing outside the uterus; causing heavy flow, irregular cycles, sever cramps, and horrible mood swings.
It took a former boyfriend pointing out that my 3 week period was, "not normal", and me awkwardly saying "I know." To ask my mom what I could do.
That was 9 years ago, and I had been on the pill ever since. So after a romance, and engagement, a marriage, and moving into our first home, it felt foreign putting the empty pack in the trash, and not grabbing a new one.
It wasn't strange purchasing pregnancy tests, because even with 3 forms of BC, pregnancy still has a chance, and being a few days late always put my life in a tail spin.
No, what was weird was buying ovulation tests, getting out an unopened packaged thermometer, and saying the cliche;
"Are you sure?"
"We are sure."
For the first time in 10 years, I had a cycled end exactly on the day it was suppose to, I started tracking my days 'til fertility, and for the first time ever we started trying.
At this very moment this post goes up;
I am 2DPO.