So, you know back, a few weeks ago, when I was talking about foreshadowing? Oh, how right I was.
This is semi-unnecessary, and probably a little gross, but I feel the need to share it. Last week, my coworker (the one who's getting - or, actually, just got married) came up to my desk. "So guess what happened to me today," she said, four days before her June 3rd wedding.
"What?" I asked, closing out the internet in what I hoped was a clandestine maneuver.
"I got my period today."
I sucked in air through my teeth, my face contorted in sympathetic pain. "Ew. That sucks. I thought you were on the pill...That's strange that you would get it early."
"I am. That's what I don't get. It's gotta be stress or something."
"Yeah. Probably. That's just so weird. I mean, I'm on the pill, and I always start mine when I'm supposed to: Every fourth Tuesday. Like clockwork."
"I just hate it."
"Well," I offered, "at least it's better to get it overwith now. Instead of on your honeymoon."
"Yeah. I guess. That ever happened to you?"
Ah-ha. That's where I fucked it all up. Because I said no. Apparently, this taunted the foreshadowing Gods. Because, I haven't been under an undue amount stress, nor am I particularly upset about anything. Those are the only reasons there's ever been any fluctuation in my cycle. And yet, a good week before my regularly scheduled cycle, my body decided to cramp up and start, well, cycling. What did I do to deserve this? I'm just hoping it doesn't mean I'm going to have it for two straight weeks.
Anyway, my point is this: I wasn't kidding about the foreshadowing; I was fucking right.