Due to the recent changes with Twitter's API, it is no longer possible for Bulbagarden forum users to login via their Twitter account.
If you signed up to Bulbagarden via Twitter and do not have another way to login, please contact us here with your Twitter username so that we can get you sorted.
Pronoun field selections have been updated! To ensure they show up correctly, please reselect your preferred option(s) in the Account details page. Click here for more information.
There have been changes to the pronoun field in user profiles. Find out more here!
"C'mere." I patted a spot on the floor next to the lump of myself and my quilt. Then I tried to remember how my gym-teacher explained it to me four years ago.
"Basically, once a girl is old-enough to have babies, her body is constantly trying to prepare for it. One of the ways it does that is, every month, it uses blood to form a lining along the walls of the uterus, where the baby stays 'til it's born. That way, if the girl gets pregnant that month, there's a kind-of cushion for the baby in-there."
I paused, thinking. "As weird and gross as this'll probably sound, I guess it's kind-of like laying on a carpet instead of a bare floor. Anyway, you get the picture. It's there for padding. But every month that the girl's not pregnant, the lining's useless. And to make-room for next-month's lining, it hasta go somewhere. And that's what causes a period. It's basically an annoying way for Nature to tell girls 'Hey! You're not knocked-up!'
I laughed. A little too hard, apparently, because it jostled me a little too much, and I winced. "Actually," I added, "It's fairly painful."
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.