I missed a period.
I turned 50 in March.
Counted the weeks, the days – my last cycle started viciously, with a flood of blood so painful and strong that I leaked through a supersize tampon and overnight maxi pad while deplaning in Cusco on the way to see my parents. A week later, my husband arrived and we didn’t have any condoms, so.
As tiny as the likelihood, I had to pee on a stick – for old time’s sake – only this time, this time I did NOT want to see the double line. Never have I been so happy to get a negative.
July was my first blood-free month since I was last pregnant 13 years ago. It’s been 50 days now, and counting.
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