Fourth Day (August 13).

Moon:  Waxing Crescent

Flow/Texture: 1 tablespoon, dark red, watery

Mood:  fine

Symptoms:  none

Mucus:

I was all sorts of uninspired today.  I just couldn’t do anything today.

This is one of those days.  Not good at all.

Third Day (August 12).

Moon:  Waxing Crescent

Flow/Texture:  ¼ oz, dark red, elastic, strong bloody scent

Mood:  fair.

Symptoms:  little bloating

Mucus:

I kept the cup in for most of the day–lazy–and ended up leaking.  Shameful.

I was not at all productive–my hours are loopy again so everything’s off.  Having a regular early morning schedule helps me put everything in place.

2nd Day (August 11).

Moon:  Waxing Crescent

Flow/Texture: ¼ oz, dark red, elastic, big chunky bits

Mood:  annoyed, nostalgic, slightly defeated

Symptoms:  little cramping, bloating

Mucus:

Plants were fertilized twice. 

I was in one of those weird moods that clamor for old cartoon and tv show clips.  So, via youtube, I watched too many hours of mid-80′s to early 90′s stuff and vaguely reminisced about my childhood.

I immersed myself in the bright, cheery intros and bounced with glee when I found myself remembering and singing the songs I hadn’t heard in over 20 years.  I recalled the time of day the shows came on, the actual day, what I did and wore (ate cereal and wore pajamas, mostly), favorite characters and crushes.  I found myself also analyzing old favorites with my nascent, yet eager race conscious/feminist lens.  Wow, Smurfs.  Wow.

A quick look through the entries has allowed me to harbor the opinion that waxing crescents stink.  For the most part, my mood and symptoms are at their worst and they pester me longer.  That’s interesting because the crescents are my least favorite phases–if such a thing can be said.  (My favorite being the gibbous.)  So, at the very least, I need to cultivate a warmer relationship with this phase–somehow.

Were I to slip in some spirit time during the waxing crescent of my Enchantress phase (time between ovulation and menstruation), perhaps we could settle our differences and develop a friendship of sorts.  This actually occurred to me, but I lumbered through the episode without so much as even a thought to lighting a candle for my own sake.

For a couple nights before the first day (noting these symptoms as they occur would be nice), I had trouble sleeping.  And when I do sleep during times like this, I’m subject to nightmares involving death or physical or emotional torture.  I wind up staying awake for at least few hours, if not the rest of the morning.  Yes, I blame you, crescent.

Now, a little fun:  How To Know It’s Time For A New Vibrator.  My mood soared after I saw that, because that’s essentially my wand before I hit it with baking soda and hand soap.  In fact, I’m due for some of that magic right now.  For some reason (having to do self-delusion, I reckon), I couldn’t imagine anyone else staining her Hitachi.  On some level, I saw it as sacrilege, but, of course it’s fantastic.  Twenty-eight cheers for bloodied, crooked, yellowed Hitachi Wands all over the globe!

First Day (August 10).

Moon:  Waxing Crescent

Flow/Texture:  free flow, dark red, elastic

Mood:  fine

Symptoms:  bloating, tiny headache, cramps, acne

Mucus:

My intentions:  beautiful, righteous, pure, enthusiastic, focused, every.  I wanted to be good this time around, detailing the happenings of  every day up til the first day, but the very things I wanted to report on kept me from it.

I saw anger more than anything along with cravings, a maddening libido,  negative thoughts coupled with a desire for physical self harm.  I can trace a line to a viable, curable source for each one but the last one.  I honestly don’t know what that’s about.

I stewed and moped quite a bit, but I’m still on the deutsch.  I’m attempting to maintain a well of resources that is consistent, repetitive, and entertaining.  It’s difficult not to skip completed exercises.  Repeating them keeps them fresh in my head.

I don’t have anything to say about my other neglected activities.  I don’t even know where they are or if they’re even inside me anymore.

According to my trackers, this is another 24-day cycle.  How crappy.  I don’t remember this ever occurring before.

Oh, my moonflower blooms beautifully and its scent is heavenly.  I broke the first bloom off by accident–enthusiasm can be destructive.  I’m not sure yet, but I do believe they bloom at night then curl inward to die in the morning.  The other seed I planted is growing nicely, too.

First Day (July 17).

Moon:  Waxing Crescent

Flow/Texture:  ¼ oz dark red, chunky, elastic

Mood:  irritable, sad

Symptoms:  cramps, bloating, quick temper, tears, headache, increased sense of smell

Mucus:

Started during the day and got progressively heavier as have the cramps.  Hitachi was my weapon of choice.  Temporary, but awesome relief–wowzer.

And to top it off, I’m a day early–what?  A day early, plus all these symptoms.

Yesterday, did P90x’ Cardio Intervals for the first time in eons all without taking a single break!  Tough, yet great workout, especially good for the legs.  No soreness.

My moon flower is growing wildly, twining with anything within its reach.  It’s beautiful.  Tending to it soothes me.

Sixth Day (March 18).

Moon:  Waxing Crescent

Flow/Texture:  a little brown, elastic mucus

Mood:  bluesy

Symptoms:  headache (all frickin day)

Mucus:

Yeah, that headache was no fun.  Thankfully, it’s gone now.  Now, I’m just enjoying the glorious soreness from my workout last night.

Fifth Day (March 17).

Moon:  Waxing Crescent

Flow/Texture:  light, teaspoon, dark red, elastic, few brown chunky bits

Mood:  A-ok

Symptoms:  headache

Mucus:

She went tricksy on me today, had me thinking she was bidding adieu.  She had a little more to share, apparently.  I didn’t mind.

Besides the headache, I felt an icky-sickly feeling as I took the cup out to empty it, reminiscent of a pelvic exam–oh, speculum.  Tomorrow should be fun.

Oh, I must bestow some praise to the cup regarding the third day:  Sometime during the morning hours, I felt that surge of menstrual juice–you know, like the vagina’s suddenly vomiting blood.  I imagined having to wring out my nether clothing and wipe dry my soaked, glistening legs.  Well, I checked my panties only to find them spotless.  Yeah!

Thanks again, Diva Cup.  You really are glitter and awesome sauce.  And the fact that I can’t even feel you inside me right now…excuse me while I cry tears of joy and wonderment.

Fourth Day (March 16).

Moon:  Waxing Crescent

Flow/Texture:  remnant drops and chunky bits, brown

Mood: 5 (on a 1-10 scale)

Symptoms: none

Mucus:

There’s a big, ugly ache seething inside me.  Anyway, I like this article:  PMS:  A Blessing, Not a Curse.  The author essentially advocates a more positive view of PMS, one that takes advantage of the symptoms and turns them into windows into the state of the body and mind.

Ever since I started this blog, I’ve desired a better outlook on my menstrual cycle.  I searched for positives until I noticed a pattern.  Namely, the things that most upset me during this time were found to be dismissed or unresolved issues.  Before this, I saw my reaction to those issues as temporary mental disruptions.  However, the same disruptions occurred repeatedly, despite my attempts to ignore them.  When I finally acknowledged the issues for what they were, they burdened me less.

After reading a few articles, I realized that cramps and cravings were signals from my body telling me that I lacked some form of nutrition.  Now, of course, when I eat healthful foods the cravings stop.  Not sure what to do for cramps besides exercise and “exercise,” however.

If for nothing else, I like the article simply for offering a positive perspective on PMS that’s also introspective.

Fourth Day (Feb. 19).

Moon:  Waxing Crescent

Flow/Texture:  light, 5-8 drops, dark red, smooth texture

Mood:  good

Symptoms:  none

Mucus:

And that’s that.

Third Day (Feb. 18).

Moon: Waxing Crescent

Flow/Texture:  ¼ cup, light, dark red, smooth

Mood:  solid

Symptoms:  none

Mucus:

Good day.  No whining.  Light flow.