Preston just kind of looks at me, scratching his head and thinking, I am sure, "GOOD GOD why does she talk about these things?? Why couldn't I have met someone who keeps her 'tampons' and her 'periods' and her 'cramps' to herself, and doesn't send me out to Target just to buy 'Women's Tylenol'??"
Preston: Well that wouldn't be good.
MF: No. It wouldn't. But I'm hoping that on the day of the wedding, I'll be so stressed out and so exhausted that my body won't even have the energy to produce a period.
Preston: That's what you're hoping for? That you'll be so stressed out that your body will just stop working?
And the conversation just kind of ended there, but in retrospect, I would have replied, "DAMN STRAIGHT." I simply cannot be on my period that day. There is too much white involved. And I'm pretty sure that when my Grandmother made this wedding dress in 1947, she did not think, "Hm, maybe, 61 years from now, my granddaughter will be wearing this dress, AND she'll be on her period, AND she'll want somewhere to hide a tampon. AHA! Pockets it is." But I kind of wish she had.
Talk to your gynecologist about it. I'll bet she can figure something out.
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