In the afternoon, I finally achieved BM victory. For the first time ever, I was hyper-aware of my stool, especially since two days had passed with no logs to log -- the Stool Log app has you track the shape based on the Bristol stool chart, and this first one was described as "sausage shaped in appearance, but lumpy." Oddly specific for a turd.
Have I been pooping for years and just ignoring what it looks like? Have I been disregarding this key element to my overall health? Type 2 is "obstipation-ish," according to the app, but I had no idea what that meant. Anything ending in "-ipation" can't be great, and Stool Log provides no dictionary. This is about data!
That evening, I logged another stool -- thanks, coffee and kombucha! -- and this time it was a Type 5, "a bit diarrhea-ish." I felt like the Goldilocks of poops; first it was too firm, then it was too soft. Would I ever get it juuuuusst right?
Day two was also the last day of my period, which I had been tracking with Eve. Aside from letting me know what was up with my hormones on the last day of my cycle, it also alerted me to when I could expect my next period -- the week of my wedding. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Not giving prior attention to my cycle made me feel like a failure as a woman. Before apps, people tracked their cycles with a calendar... on paper!
I'm on birth control, so I know I can just expect my period at the end of the pill pack, but seeing the stats right in my face made me decide to rebel and skip the placebo week of my upcoming pack. Will my uterus fall out? Maybe, but that's a risk I'm willing to take.
The sudden doubt over my reproductive system made me even more anxious for my upcoming wedding than I already was. So I logged my anxiety in both the Mr Mood and Moodtrack apps.