Okay, my period for the last couple months has been coming later than my usual 21 days, in fact it was coming at the normal 28 days. I was pretty sure my cycle was changing and I was really, really excited about it because it means less periods a year. So yesterday I'm out running errands in a long pink tee and white sweat material capris when I start thinking maybe my period is coming. So I tell myself not to be an fool, I've got another week. I run my errands and go home post haste, run to the bathroom and check (tmi, i know but this is crucial to the story). Since there is nothing there I couldn't possibly have started, right? And I mean nothing. I cook a really nice dinner and put feed Chu and put him to bed early since he didn't nap and i planned to have a nice, quiet, romantic evening with Miguel. We're drinking wine and eating stuffed mushrooms and I go upstairs to put on my pj's. I go to fold my pants to put them in the dirty clothes and they are covered in dried blood at the back. what? How is this even possible? Needless to say I was both pissed and mortified. How long was I walking around like that? How in the heck did it get all over my pants but not my underwear? Why in the heck did this happen to me at this age and not at like thirteen or something? Why in the world did no one say anything to me? And how many people in my neighborhood saw me like that? I am sooooo glad I'm moving soon. But the real stumper is how in the world did it get on my pants and nowhere else? There were absolutely no signs!!!!! I am super, super pissed.