30 x 12 = 360 periods.... multiply that by 5 and you get 1,800. Roughly 1,800 days of this madness still to come in my life. THAT'S INSANE.
After agonizing over this briefly, I stop, breathe deeply, and do that cheesy grateful-for-the-shit-in-life-because-it-brings-great-things, thing. And it's really true in this case. To know my body is working the way it's supposed to is fantastic... to witness the intricacies of this fascinating system. Really, I am flabbergasted (so many f adjectives!) by the fact that our bodies just...know. It's weird.
So that's what makes me able to breathe through and forget about the pain... that and my mom telling me how much worse it is to have a baby.