Sometimes, I really, really hate being a woman.
Yes, I'm thankful I got to bear children. And breastfeed. And, I guess I'm glad we act with emotion before logic. And, I hate the thought of having to scratch myself in places that shouldn't be scratched in public, such as men do.
But, right now, I'm hating womanhood.
Ya'll know what I'm talking about here.
We just got back from a wonderful, family camping trip and I have lots of pictures to share and stories to tell. But, I can't gather up enough gumption to say anything witty.
Every month, it drags me deeper and deeper into such an emotional hell, I swear it's the worst it's ever been, every month.
I have no energy, I eat everything in sight, which is seriously detrimental to the weight loss I've accrued so far. I have no patience left for my family or others that I love.
I basically turn into someone I hate, that I don't recognize.
Then, the real fun begins. My emotions start to get back under control, then physically, (TMI alert!!) I bleed so much, I can't leave the house, or literally, move much at all.
I've talked to my doctor about a surgery, to get things under control but because we don't have an extra 8 grand laying around,(that's AFTER insurance!), we won't be doing that anytime soon.
So, excuse while I bestow my anger and moodiness onto you.
It will pass. I hope.