Okay, so let me tell you about this whole frequent urination thing when my period is due. It’s not something you chat about over coffee, right? But it’s real, at least for me it is.
For ages, I just thought I was drinking too much water, or maybe my bladder was just… well, not great. I’d be fine for weeks, then bam, a few days before my period, it was like I lived in the bathroom. Seriously, non-stop. I’d go, and then like 20 minutes later, I’d have to go again. It drove me nuts.
At first, I didn’t even connect the dots. I was just annoyed. I’d be in meetings, trying to focus, and all I could think was, “How long until I can politely excuse myself?” Or trying to get a full night’s sleep? Yeah, right. That was a joke. Up, down, up, down. My sleep schedule was a mess during those days.
Figuring Out the Pattern
It took me a while, but I started to see it. It was like clockwork. My period app would say “5 days ’til,” and sure enough, the bathroom visits would ramp up. It wasn’t just a little bit more; it was noticeably, annoyingly more. Once I saw the pattern, I felt a tiny bit better, like, okay, maybe I’m not just randomly broken. But still, super frustrating.
I remember one time I was out shopping with a friend, and I swear I had to find a restroom in every single store. She was pretty cool about it, but I felt so self-conscious, you know? Like, “What is wrong with me?” I even tried not drinking as much water on those days, but it didn’t really make a huge difference. My body was just gonna do what it was gonna do, it seemed.
So, what did I do about it? Well, there wasn’t much to do, honestly. I didn’t run off to anyone about it, mostly ’cause it felt a bit embarrassing, and it only happened around my period. My “practice” became more about managing it. I started to really pay attention to my cycle. Knowing it was coming helped me mentally prepare for the bathroom marathon.
I’d make sure to go right before I left the house, even if I didn’t feel a huge urge. If I knew I was going to be somewhere without easy bathroom access, I’d limit my fluids a bit more, though I knew it wouldn’t totally stop it. It was more about damage control, I guess. I also found that cutting back on coffee during that time sometimes helped a tiny bit with the urgency, but it wasn’t a magic bullet or anything.
It’s still a thing for me. Every month, like an unwelcome guest. But now, it’s just part of my routine. I don’t freak out about it anymore. I just think, “Ah, here we go again.” I plan around it a little. Make sure I know where the facilities are. It’s annoying, absolutely, but at least I know what it is, and that it’s tied to my cycle. It’s just one of those weird things my body does. Sharing this because, hey, maybe someone else out there is going through the same thing and feeling a bit odd about it. You’re not alone, I guess. It’s just… life.
