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
