Yeah, I should have known that it would happen the very first time I reached for the only cute, funky pair of underwear I own. The ones I bought on a trendy Toronto street a few years ago, feeling all good to be supporting a local designer. It was the very first time I put them on since I started packing on the pounds in my last pregnancy.
After 2 years, 1 month and 23 days, I got my period back. That's pregnancy plus 16 and a half months of breastfeeding.
My underwear will be just fine. But it sure makes me wonder why I didn't leave them there in the drawer a little longer, next to all those damn condoms we've been using Just In Case.
Oh, and I feel crappy, crabby, crampy. Ick. But it also feels good to know that everything is still in order.