I'm not sure if you're aware of this or not, but Kyle knew I was pregnant both times before I did. Or at least he strongly suspected it.
Apparently dude keeps track of my cycle -- not in like, marking it on a calendar kind of way, but more of that when I say I've started my period he usually murmurs something like "sounds about right" that always makes me look at him kind of funny.
Kyle didn't really grow up with sisters or anything -- he has a couple of stepsisters, but they were an every-other-weekend kind of thing. He has a younger brother, actually, so it isn't like he was up to his eyeballs in estrogen growing up to make him this way.
He just is.
Whereas for me, except for those years I spent on the pill, my cycle has been erratic at best. Post-childbirth it seems to have regulated itself a bit more, but it's usually so hard for me to keep track because it's basically a crapshoot, so I often find myself surprised and sometimes unprepared.
That's why if you've ever dug through my purse you'll find some interesting things tucked away. Like this. That's a Victoria's Secret Spare Pair package, about the size of a business card, and yep, they're totally handy.
The more you know, folks.
Anyway, so the awkward of all of this other than openly talking about my period (which really I'd do anyway because it's not a big deal, really) is that I've COMPLETELY given up on trying to figure out when I'm going to start or anything.
Instead, I ask Kyle.
And because I'm relying on him to keep me up to date on the goings on of my own uterus, it means he's paying more attention, which means instead of looking for confirmation of what I suspect I just flat out ask him anymore.
The conversations in our house, people, are nothing short of thrilling.
So there's that. I'm a 27 year old mom of two who's husband knows more about her lady bits than she does.
You can take my Girl Card back any time now.