This happens to me every month, because despite having had my period for 25 years, it always comes as a shock to me. I think this must be related to that mechanism that makes ladies forget about the pain of childbirth right after they have the baby. Because if I remembered how bananas I get every month when it wasn’t my extra-special lady time, I’d lock myself in the barn ahead of the game, and wait out the changes with the werewolves.
Adam does not forget that I’m about to get my period, because he was in the gifted and talented program as a child, and learned to dodge bullets in the Marine Corps. So the way I tell I’m about to get my period now is, I wait until Adam starts being really, really nice to me. And then I check the calendar. It never ever fails.