*Warning: This topic may make people a little uncomfortable.
It's been a very long time since I have had a monthly visit from my old Aunt Flo, but she finally got settled in for a good visit this past Sunday, and I have since noticed a couple of things. Let me start at the beginning:
Everyone knows that when you are pregnant, you no longer get your period -- one of the blessings of pregnancy. After giving birth, it seems as if you are menstruating for a good 2-4 weeks, but it is really just your body getting rid of everything that was protecting the baby -- so I don't really count that as a period. Let's just say that I pretty much have not had to worry about this for almost two years, and it has been absolutely fantastic -- and there were no hot flashes involved.
Getting that crampy feeling...again.
I really thought nothing of not having Aunt Flo for a visit for such a long time. I mean, it was at the back of my mind that someday she would come back, but I didn't really know when. I guess my body is pretty much done the process of repairing itself after having a baby, and now is the time. Which is why I have noticed is that there really may be something to this PMS thing -- you know, that getting our periods makes all women bitchy. I guess I never really noticed it because it was happening every month, and it was just a part of life. But, now that I have had such a huge gap between visitations, I have noticed that I am getting very upset with my husband over trivial little things:
Case 1
On Sunday, I wanted to learn how to use Google Documents for accounting purposes -- besides using a notebook and pen -- and I blew up at him for something that he may or may not have said that made it so I had to input the information all over again.
Case 2
Yesterday, my order from
Dorothy Perkins arrived. I was so excited that I immediately put one of the shirts on, but my boobs are still too big, and the shirt got stuck. I asked him for help, and he gave me a funny look and took what felt like forever to put our son down on the ground to help me out. I blew up and had a mini panic-attack because he was taking too long to help me take a shirt off that I so desperately wanted out of.
Now, that isn't to say that I don't ever get upset. I'm human, and that is what I do. Sometimes these kind of situations frustrate me, but the degree with which I got upset is not normal of me in the past year. That is why I think there's something to this PMS thing, which I never really thought much of before.
The other thing that I have noticed is how much I really don't like having my monthly visitor -- nobody does, and if they say they do, don't believe them. But after not having it for so long, now I really don't like having it; getting it this weekend was like someone laughing at you after they punch you in the face.
POW!