It's not news to you that I despise my "monthly gift," right? Well, if it is, consider this your warning that roughly every 30 days I tell Aunt Flo to "Suck It!"

Not only have I almost always had wacky cycles, but the pain and discomfort that came with this "gift" was usually more than I could bear. It's a difficult discomfort to explain. It's like being bloated and feeling constipated; there's this constant ache in my lower abdomen. And the fatigue just completely wipes me out. I rarely have sharp cramps that many people associate as traditional menstrual cramps, though.  

The problem was significant enough that my OB prescribed pain killers for me, which usually took the edge off enough for me to function. Sometimes a long nap or a very hot bath would alleviate the discomfort. But still, I had a horribly heavy flow for the first day or two which was pretty inconvenient if not annoying.

I had planned to wait until this summer at my well-woman exam to discuss ending my period with my OB. But a few months ago when my cycle went from 30ish days to 62 days and I knew I wasn't pregnant (thanks to The Mr.'s, ahem, procedure about four years ago) and I saw my OB to discuss the issue, I brought it up then.

I don't want to have a period anymore, I told her. And I can't take hormones because of my history of blood clots, I'm too young for a hysterectomy (and who would want early menopause anyway, especially someone who can't freaking take hormone replacements!) and I'm done having kids. I don't want to do this anymore, I said. It's robbing me and I'm done with it.

So bright and early Friday morning The Mr. will drive me to the hospital for an endometrial ablation, and the result should be that I no longer have a period. It's a 90-second procedure. For which I have to be to the hospital two hours early. I'm fine with this, but find it highly amusing.