are you there god, it's me laurel.

If any girl out there did not ever read the best book of my youth... Are you there God, it's me Margaret... well, I just wonder how else you came to terms, found the ability to glorify and celebrate the walk into womanhood. I did have "the talk" with my mother, a number of talks actually so I was informed. But in this book by Judy Blume, it was a comforting validation I was able to find in this tale of a young girl discovering, and ultimately embracing those womanly changes in her body.
If I had girls, you could bet they would have a Judy Blume library.
So, it was like many moons ago that I learned why I had to have this monthly period... it was never a friend so I could never suggest it a "little friend, or monthly visitor or even give it a cutesy name". It is what it is, unbearable and uncomfortable, and annoying period (you can say this aloud to make your point... to punctuate it)
I see the gift of menstruating, I've got my kids... okay, I get it. BUT, I am not having any more... why now must I endure this mess of cramps, "products", back aches, the one monthly pimple and emotional tornadoes.
Why God? Are you there? Do you listen to us girls with these hormone induced complaints? Maybe you have mastered tuning us out. If you are a woman... you must understand. I am wondering at this moment, why Margaret was asking God about puberty... Is this God's department? hmm.
Not to take my good health for granted but why am I to keep this cycle for likely another 20 years? I do not need it. Yuck. So, I woke up this morning to make the usual run to the washroom, trying to deny what I know is coming, remembering how nice it was in pregnant months not to contend with this so-called friend. Drat! Here it was(quite a different tune from when I was a teenager and would jump up and down some months when it would come). I am feeling yucky today. I am out of Advil and do not want to make the walk over to the store. And even when I feel like this Colin still wants to eat and play, imagine that!! Every now and then us women deserve to ask why or even say "waaah! poor me!" and then we get up, take care of the baby, pull out something to make for supper and move on.