I’ve been off birth control for a month, officially.
I have to say, I was a little worried when I went off it, after being on it pretty much consistently for over 4 years.
I was worried about getting pregnant in the first month, about my first period off birth control, how my skin would react, other methods of birth control, etc.
Well… a month it, I’ve laid some of those worries to rest.
I’m not pregnant! Yay! (Although hopefully in a few months I’ll be excitedly announcing the opposite!)
My period arrived on time, give or take a day. This makes it easier for our charting and current birth control method. Condoms don’t work for us. Never mind how much AMP hates them, I can’t stand them. We’ve tried a few times, and each time, it ends in frustration for both of us. So, I voted on giving up. Which is fine now that I know that my cycle is staying within the 26 to 32 day time frame needed for our Standard Days Method to work – just requires a little patience, self-control and creativity on our part.
My skin has basically stayed the same. Even on birth control, I’d get breakouts, and it’s been the same off of them. About a week before my period arrives is probably the worst, but nothing a little Tea Tree Oil overnight treatment doesn’t clear up.
BUT…. my cramps?
On the pill, cramps were manageable without pain killers.
Off the pill – my cramps cause me to double over in pain crying, leave work early to lie for 12 hours on the couch with a hot water bottle and popping pain killers every 3 hours. I felt like I was dying. I forgot how bad my periods used to be before the pill. The last time I had cramps this bad was 2 years ago when I miscarried. So, yesterday, I was cursing my decision to be off the pill… but I’m doing better today. And, hopefully I only have a few more months of this before I’m period-free for a good nine months and more.
Oh, and I’ve realized that a ‘natural’ Epidural-free delivery is probably not going to happen!
Tags: Birth control, pain killers, pain management, period, skin, Standard Days Method


Last month we decided that my last pack of birth control pills, well, would be my last. Which means that yesterday, when I was set to start a new pack – I didn’t. I’m officially off the pill.
I have a confession to make. I feel unsure about saying this out loud on here – fear of shame and shunning, I guess. But, this is my little corner, so, here goes it…














