Anatomy of a Period
The anticipation is KILLING Me. Well, that's quite an over-statement, but you know how every little nusaince is magnified about ten times when you are expecting your monthly flow? PMS has been very regular for me, but I didn't realize the mood swing that I'd been experiencing for years were as regular as my period. It goes like this:
Week 1: Bleeding Week: I am weepy, sore, crampy. I want to sleep a lot. I go to Whole Foods for my "PMS Stock-pile" which usually consists of chocolates, berries, mangos, bagged salads, and stinky things like garlic. Mmm.
Week 2: Relief Week: I am still weepy, but other than that, back to normal.
Week 3: Normal Week: I experience no pms symptoms or mood swings.
Week 4: PMS Week: I beging to start crying at things that touch my heart. This could be seeing a person pat a doggie on the head, watching Oprah (that always gets me), seeing a man cuddle a baby, hearing an old woman say something sweet, or perhaps finding out that there's a sale on fair-trade, organic extra-dark chocolate at the supermarket. I cry. I begin to think illogically (even insisting things that make no sense to my fiance, who is really such a trooper for putting up with me), I behave erratically, my thought patterns seem disrupted and shakey, and all I want is to get my period already so that the moods would level out a little.
That's where I am right now. Waiting for my period.
I'm going to eat chocolate now.
Week 1: Bleeding Week: I am weepy, sore, crampy. I want to sleep a lot. I go to Whole Foods for my "PMS Stock-pile" which usually consists of chocolates, berries, mangos, bagged salads, and stinky things like garlic. Mmm.
Week 2: Relief Week: I am still weepy, but other than that, back to normal.
Week 3: Normal Week: I experience no pms symptoms or mood swings.
Week 4: PMS Week: I beging to start crying at things that touch my heart. This could be seeing a person pat a doggie on the head, watching Oprah (that always gets me), seeing a man cuddle a baby, hearing an old woman say something sweet, or perhaps finding out that there's a sale on fair-trade, organic extra-dark chocolate at the supermarket. I cry. I begin to think illogically (even insisting things that make no sense to my fiance, who is really such a trooper for putting up with me), I behave erratically, my thought patterns seem disrupted and shakey, and all I want is to get my period already so that the moods would level out a little.
That's where I am right now. Waiting for my period.
I'm going to eat chocolate now.