Alright, let’s talk about my little experiment: “Will Sex Delay My Period?”. I know, sounds kinda wild, right? Well, I was curious, and being the curious type, I decided to, you know, investigate.
So, here’s the deal. I’m usually pretty regular. Like, clockwork. But last month, things were…off. I was a few days late, which NEVER happens. Of course, my mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario. You know, the one where you suddenly need to buy tiny socks.
Anyway, I started racking my brain. Had I been super stressed? Nope. Diet changes? Nah. And then it hit me: my partner and I had been, uh, particularly active in the weeks leading up to my expected period. Like, almost every day. So, the question popped into my head: could all that action downstairs actually be messing with my cycle?
I jumped on Google, like anyone would. And the results were a mixed bag. Some articles said it was possible, due to hormonal fluctuations or stress (even if it’s the good kind of stress, haha). Others said it was a total myth. Basically, no real concrete answers.
Here’s what I did change. I normally exercise almost everyday. Since I was already late, I stopped exercising and started eating healthier. I wanted to get my period back on track, and not have to buy tiny socks.
The day before yesterday, I got period back. I stopped having sex and I cut back on the cardio. Maybe those were the reasons I was late. Maybe it was just random. Who knows?
So, the verdict? Honestly, I’m still not entirely sure. I think it might have played a small role, maybe by slightly throwing off my hormonal balance or causing a tiny bit of stress on my body. But it could also have been completely coincidental. Cycles can be weird sometimes.
- What I learned: Don’t freak out when your period is a few days late. Stressing about it will only make it worse.
- What I’d do differently next time: Track my symptoms more closely. Maybe keep a little “sex diary” (lol) to see if there’s a real pattern.
At the end of the day, I’m not a doctor. This was just my own little personal experiment. But hey, maybe my experience will give you something to think about (or at least make you chuckle!). Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go celebrate the fact that I don’t need to buy tiny socks…yet.
