Nine months of not supplying liquid chow to vampires!
Ages ago, I used to worry that I’d be a vampire magnet, that monsters could track me from miles away because of the succulent scent of blood.
No dysmenorrhea, no uncomfy feeling, no worrying about yucky stains, about acne breakouts or even about smelling like rust (this is how I feel like I smell when I have my period). Bliss.
Dreading that day when I’m going to bleed gallons when the baby pops out though.