Have you ever heard of a menstrual cup?! If not, go here before reading more: divacup.com
Why have I never heard of this?
Why has my period never heard of it? For literally the hundreds of conversations I've had over the years with fellow women about their periods - accidents, what to use, cramps, pregnancy scares (never to me, but friends have worried), etc. - you would think that something as strange as this would have come up at some point. But no. It has not.
I have had my period for more than half my life...
Wait, well, actually, since we're counting - my period would be 21-22 years old... Ahhh, that's crazy! My period is old enough to go have a drink with me (it's currently a senior at the University of Mensus, and will receive her BS in Women's Studies, hahahaha)!
Anyway, I started my period in the 4th grade (the first of all my friends) so she and I have had a lot of time to get to know each other. And you'd think that after 20-ish years of getting to know it, I'd be able to read it better. But no. After all those years, I'm still surprised every now and again. Like a few cycles ago, it just didn't want to go away. It stuck around for 10 days, for no apparent reason at all. I guess it wanted to catch up on the Bachelorette. And I still have leakage issues at times (we all have our period panties and tricks to handle the overflow of Flo).
Sorry... I went off topic on the relationship between myself and my adult period... what I meant to write more about was the Menstrual Cup.
Ok - who uses this again? Why does it come in such pretty colors and bags? Do you know anyone who uses the cup?
One image that keeps popping into my head as I think the cup being inside of me - what if I was sitting funny at my desk one day, stood up to go use the restroom and it tilted a little funny, spilling the contents of the CUP out of my vagina and down my leg? Now that's an accident!
Have you ever walked around a busy bar or party with a full martini glass? Carefully tip-toeing around until you find a corner where no one can bump into you and you sit by yourself until it's at a safe/low/almost done level? That's how I would walk around with a mestration cup. I never sit down, constantly have my back to the walk, wouldn't make sudden movements, and definitely wouldn't hit the dance floor.
I'd probably rather crawl into a barrel filled of chicken fat (gross) than use this as my blood-cup.
Ugh, okay, I just grossed myself out. I can't write/think/ponder this any longer. To read more on the subject, visit my friend's blog:
www.humansarefunny.com/2011/07/im-a-beaver-beacon-a-large-one/
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