Be ye forewarned…I’m going to blog about my mysterious lady cycle. Otherwise known as my period. So…there’s your fair warning, friends. Leave now or forever know way too much about me.

Last month, my darling cousin, Cece, came to visit me. We always call each other sister-cousins because me, her, her sister and my sister all grew up very close - more like sisters than cousins. Cece and I are super similar and we tend to feel the same way about things. When she was in town, I noticed a tampon on the ground in my room.

“Oh! I think one of my cats got into your tampons,” I said, because it was a brand I didn’t recognize.

“No - I don’t wear tampons.” she said.

“Oh — ok. Well, yeah, I didn’t wear them for a long time either.” I said.

“Well, I don’t wear pads either.” she replied.

I stood there for a second and just looked at her. Um. If you don’t use tampons and you don’t use pads…well. What else could there be? Do you just drop off the face of the earth for 4 to 5 days?

Apparently, Internet, there is a third option. And it’s called The Diva Cup.

The Diva Cup is a silicone cup that you basically insert and it catches all the..business. My first reaction was GROSS. It just seemed weird. After a barrage of questions, Cece went back home and I was fascinated by the Diva Cup. Eventually, after much online research, I decided to give it a whirl.

Day 1 - Diva and I got along pretty well, thanks to a few trial runs. I was shocked at how little I needed to take it out. When they say 12 hours, they mean it. I envisioned awkward public potty changes but no - it does not have to be so! I love Divaaaaa! I can’t even feel it!

Day 2 - Diva and I started out great. I was feeling so confident, I decided to wear a light yellow skirt - how daring! How confident! How…utterly stupid. Within 20 minutes at work, I realized that the Diva had failed me slightly. Not earth-shattering or super horrific, but it was a slight fail nonetheless. I fixed it at work, after vowing NOT to take it out at work anymore, and spent the rest of the day fretting over it and wondering why I didn’t just stick to tampons. Die, Diva, die!

Day 3 - I gave Diva another chance, threatening her as today was a big day and we could afford NO slight mishaps. At first, I thought Diva has failed me when I was on a site visit. Turns out it was my own apprehension. There were absolutely NO problems and I was delighted. I love Divaaaaa again!

SO that’s where I am right now - doing pretty well with Day 3. I love that I don’t have to worry about it and I never have to wonder if I have a tampon in my purse. I love that I can’t feel it and that there’s not obnoxious string. I love that I just have to mess with it twice a day - once in the morning and once at night. Plus, I love that it’s better for the environment and my body because it’s not bleached cotton. Also, here’s a lovely bit of TMI for you, but I realized that I really don’t bleed that much during my period. At the beginning of this Diva wearing, I would envision the cup so full that I would HAVE to go empty it. But when I would check on it, it would barely have anything in it - after HOURS. You have to be pretty comfortable with yourself and poking around downstairs when you are in the trial-and-error phase. But if you can get past all that, the Diva is amazing! I’m just pissed that they don’t do commericals or anything — how else are the ladies of the world supposed to know that there’s a third option out there???

Plus? The Diva Cup comes with a lapel pin…