The kitten is doing great…so far. Hopefully, I won’t fail in my kitten mothering techniques…whatever those may be! I owe you all a picture. I will have my husband take one this weekend. I’ve already decided how I want it posed…Delilah, curled up in one of my hands. Yes…that is how small she is. Either that or, I have really big hands.
Here is something that I’ve NEVER discussed on either blog. Period. Menstruation. Hey…I feel like it. I’m dms-y(thats during menstrual syndrome). Besides…I can talk about this now. No one reads blogs on the weekend, right?!
I was 11 1/2 when the CURSE fell upon me. And let me tell you…it was a CURSE! I was introduced, right away, to the most awful cramps. The most horribly sensitive buds…because my boobs were just little newborns, at the time. And to make matters worse…my period would last A WEEK! A WHOLE. ENTIRE. 7 days. Of. HELL!! And my mother wouldn’t give me pain relievers because she didn’t really believe me about how awful I felt. And…I always got one HUMUNGOUS zit…every stinking month.
Starting in middle school…the PMS kicked in. And never left. I’m still pms-y. Except…it gets worse, a week before my period starts.
That’s how I flowed until after the birth of my oldest son, when I was 27.
Then, I just got awful cramps and full on boob aches. But, Auntie Flo only stayed to visit for a couple of days. It was a beautiful thing.
And the pms. That…got…so…much…worse
Which brings me to now.
While it’s smooth sailing on the red river…it’s still only a 2 or 3 day cruise…usually the captains choice…
keep me away from sharp objects. Or guns. Probably keeping me away from lawn mowers and weed whackers would be a good idea, too. Even plastic weapons…like light sabers…keep them away…
Because…I’ve gone mental (hence part of the title of my blog…kinda.)
I’m crazy. Nuts. Loonie. I can’t let things go…like, for example…
My husband is back in contact with a couple of ex-girlfriends…thank you facebook. And…he’s been text-messaging back and forth with one of them who, he claims…is gay now. WHATEVER!
Anyway…last night, at 10:30, his phone is vibrating…and a text message comes up…”can u talk now?”
So…I flipped out at him. Because, to me…that was so sneaky and…I’m pms-ing…which makes it even sneakier…because everything is exaggerated during this sensitive time 😉
And still…all day…I’ve been tormenting him about this.
I mean…Let. It. Go. Woman!!!!!! (me…not the lesbian ex girlfriend)
That’s just one of the many afflictions that have plagued me, in my old age.
And…I’m a NASTY, SARCASTIC BITCH, too! Well, worse than normal, that is!
Hopefully though, this is a sign.
A sign that…my body is getting ready to get rid of the final egg. And…to be done with this stupid thing called…Menstruation. Because…I don’t need it anymore…on so many levels.
No more babies…so I don’t need the eggs anymore.
I don’t need pms so…bring on the hot flashes and vaginal dryness!
I’ll just buy a fan and some astroglide. It’ll be JUST. FINE!
Stay tuned…I think I might have to discuss how sex…yes…SEX…has changed for me, too
When your young ya can’t wait to be part of the Flo club,
but after 30+ yrs its just a pain. The hormone levels are
what makes ya crazy. Esp when you get older.
I am glad my hubby is tech challanged,
I wouldn’t be happy about old girlfriends asking “can u talk now?”
don’t care what/who they say they are. They had their chance,
and they want something……… ? Just someone to talk to, yah,
tell me another crying story…… Get your own man/whatever.
Half-Past Kissin' Time says
OMG, I love you, Girl. You are the sweetest. I’m right there with you (literally, in fact, since I woke up hubby this morning with my moaning over incredible cramps!)
I have to recommend an herbal for PMS. I am not a granola-type, but my granola-type friend recommended it to me for mild endometrious;translation, periods every 21 days, lasting 7 days, accompanied by Monthly Mental Illness (MMI). It works very nicely, and I don’t have to take the pill any more. Chaste Berry Extract (Enzymatic Therapy). My periods are still on and off sucky, but the MMI is GONE.
Sorry about Hubby being an IDIOT.
Grey Street says
Dude, I flip out like that on my boyfriend even when I’m not PMSing, so don’t feel bad. And gay or not, I think that’s inappropriate behavior. For real, yo.
Half-Past Kissin' Time says
OMG-I love you, Girlie! I’m right there with you; woke hubby up this morning with my moaning over unusually bad cramps this month.
I want to recommend an herbal to you. I am not one of those granola-types, but my friend is, and she saved me when she recommended Chaste Berry Extract (Enzymatic Therapy) for my mild endometriosis; heavy, frequent periods and Monthly Mental Illness (MMI). I am no longer on the BC pills and the MMI is GONE.
Sorry about Hubby being an idiot; there’s no pill for that one, I’m afraid.
Ahem, actually I read on weekends… and 7 days, huh? I go 7-10 but the worst of it is days 3-6– hideous bad, can’t leave the house without fear of ruining something bad. and the pms? still like yours. Psycho-crazy and irrational. Suicidal at times. So, I now take vit B supplements when I know it’s approaching, and it’s SUCH a help (still cranky, but no one has to sleep with their eyes open). As for the Hubby. Kick him hard. You can blame it on pms if you want, but personally, my husband gives out his mobile to ex-girlfriends (or chats on facebook)– that’s a declaration of war.
Holy cow, I can’t even believe he would think that was ok to do…
the mama bird diaries says
sorry about the PMS. and it is crazy with Facebook and LinkedIn, everyone is reconnecting with their exes. Hmm… interesting.
I was 9 when mine started and it was a 7 day a week visitor as well. And it sucks!
The pill saved my life! Until it stopped working and I was getting my visitor every 1.5 weeks! JOY of JOYS!
I don’t notice the bitchfest from me but maybe if you asked my husband he might have a different answer.
FYI- I would have freaked out on the husband regardless of what time of the month it was……
Ya know, I can’t have kids anymore. We got the baby factory closed with the promptness. LOL Now when the river runs through this I get madder than a wet hen. I don’t need any of that stuff anymore, can’t they just take it out.?!?!Let’s get it done and over with!!!! I’m with ya, I am tired of my insides feeling as though they are falling out, unfortunately for me, I cycle every 21-28 days. Oh joy!
Don’t feel too bad about the PMS thing, I swear men have it too, they just won’t admit they can be BITCHY too!
Oh Mel! PMS = sufferings, eh? but hey, that’s the thing that makes us a woman, isn’t it? I think mine got better after I gave birth to my eldest. About your hubby, I don’t know what I’ll do if I’m in your shoes, maybe believe him first?
Tara R. says
I am so ready for all of this to end… hopefully I’m only a few years shy of menopause. I’m already waking up with night sweats. I can’t wait! You have my sympathies.
I think I’d freak out on my hubs too if you got in contact with an old gf. Not a happy place.
dysfunctional mom says
I’ve said for years that Aunt Flo should have a switch, and once you’re done having babies you should be able to SWITCH HER ASS OFF!!!
If my hubby was texting ex’s, he’d be bleeding from “down there” too. Just sayin’…… ;o)
Congrats on the new kitty!
the planet of janet says
i don’t think you need pms as an excuse to freak out over texing OLD GIRLFRIENDS….
for the record i am truly enjoying my fans and astroglide. 😉
Sports Mama says
Like you, I was inducted early on into that “sacred” women’s club. Mine always lasted 7-10, and were heavy the entire time. Which sucked. Even after kids. Cramps? Oh hell… couldn’t walk for days because of ’em. Turns out, I had endometriosis, polycystic ovaries, and fibroids in my uterus. Fun times, let me tell ya. In an effort, by my insurance company, to avoid surgery while I was still young… I was sent through early chemical menopause. TWICE. I truly am surprised I’m still married. Because for a while there it was a close one as to whether I’d be divorced or widowed. 🙂 Ended up having a hysterectomy at 29.
And the old girlfriends texting all the time, or late at night? Probably wouldn’t fly real well at my house, either. Would I mind that he’s talking to them? Maybe, maybe not. BUT… would I mind that apparently no one had enough respect for me to NOT act like there was something going on? Absolutely.
Aunt Flo or no, I’m thinking the ex talk would have irritated me regardless. Esp. w/ the “Can u talk” message–what the heck does that imply???
As for Aunt Flo . . . She can go . . . then again, there is talk of baby #2 . . .
Sorry about the PMS. May I suggest a glass, no make that a bottle, of wine? 🙂
I could have written this except I didn’t have the curse bestowed upon me until I was 16. Post kids it lasts 9-11 days. Oh the joy! I feel ya sweetie!
I’d not be happy about that txt either….Hope you feel better. I still have 7 day cruises haha…2-3 day must be nice!
Pink Lemonade Liz says
I SOOOOO HATE Aunty Flo!!!! I’m right there with ‘ya – time for it to be D O N E – done! On the other hand, Little Miss Collette is a little less than a year from starting… how do you explain this one to a developmentally delayed child with the cognitive skills of a 6 year old? I’m soooo dreading it.