It was late at night on a Tuesday morning in late March, and I was just out of the shower.
I was sitting on the couch, looking up at the clock and thinking about my husband’s schedule for the day, when a loud voice started speaking to me from the kitchen.
“I’m sorry, my wife is going to get her period today,” it said.
I’d been having my period for the past two days.
“Oh, that’s great,” I said, surprised.
“So is it going to be tonight?”
The voice, a woman, continued.
“You should know that she’s coming.”
It was one of my first real experiences with my first period.
I wasn’t sure what to expect.
I’m a big fan of tampons, but I’m not a big advocate of them.
The thought of going through that period was so traumatic that I didn’t want to go through it at all. I didn