I hate birth control pills. While I can appreciate the advances they are for reproductive health, they really jack my system up. I think it’s just the synthetic hormones. Their ick. Today marks the first day that their hallmark side effect (at least for me) has set in. I can be a bit anxious at times, like when I fly. Usually though, the thought (like that of flying) precipitates a sinking feeling/pit in my stomach/butterfly feeling. When I’m on the pill it’s the opposite. I’ll get “that feeling” and then my mind will go down a rabbit trail trying to decide what it’s worried about. Enter my mind.
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(stomach with butterflies/knots)
Mind: What the hell?
(stomach pit moves deeper)
Mind: Oh! Shit! I’m dying. I’m going to die…right this second. Should I tell Hubs I love him? Should I call my Mom? What about the BFF, Ruggs? Breeeeeeathe, two, three. Breeeeathe, two, three.
(Oven concentrates)
It’s the pill. It’s the pill. Calm yo’ silly ass down! Down girl, down!
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This is why after Hubs and I got hitched I didn’t go on the pill, but instead tried that nuvaring thing. It was better…for awhile. Lots less nausea b/c it doesn’t go through your digestive system. But after a while, in came the nerves.
11 More Days. Only 11 More Days. Only 11 More Days.
