I hate hormones. I know they do all sorts of wonderful things like make women physically lovely, sustain pregnancies, and allow nursing but when it comes to this monthly cycle crap, I really hate them. And anyone who says they don't have mood swings due to hormone fluctuations are either lying or on some really good drugs. Hand them over now!
I think someone could analyze my last 15 months worth of blog posts and ignoring any "my period started today" posts, you could pick out what day of the cycle I was on according to my mood. Days 1-6: "that" time of the month, a little crampy but generally subdued. Days 7-13: cheerful and upbeat. Days 14-20: what I would call my baseline, no extreme emotions either way. Days 21-28: I hate life, I'm crampy and bloated, "go away!", why am I crying, I don't want to cry because it gives me a headache, ow I have a headache, did I mention "go away!"
It's not fair. Because I distinctly remember only have one day of PMS way back before I went on my pregnancy and nursing spree for the better part of 7 years. And now a week of this? Ye gods are truly cruel.
So I've spent the last few days yelling at the kids, curled up on the couch with a quilt, being weepy, downing Advil like candy, and avoiding Greg because I really would like to stay married to him so I'm attempting to spare him my Medusa act. I've also had zero motivation to do anything beyond meals, general kitchen clean-up, laundry, and taking the kids to school. It's been a dismal week.
And for any of you counting along at home, this being my Day 21-28 period, "that" time of the month falls during next week. When we fly to the Bahamas. *bangs head on desk* If anyone needs me, my crampy bloated self with puffy red eyes will be on the couch with a quilt over my head alternately eating chocolate and Advil.
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