Fair warning, boy types. This blog is girl rated. So, man up and deal with it if you're willing. That's what my family does...each and every month. Not that they have a choice or anything like that, of course.
My monthly visitor arrived today. Aunt Flo is in da house! About twenty years ago I kept up with the darn thing. Knew when it was set to arrive and all (all stemming from the horror of being surprised by "the gift" when I was in a parade, wearing white pants, marching down Congress Avenue at the age of 15), but as the years have gone by I've become less compulsive about keeping track, and it, frankly, takes me by surprise every time.
So, the last few days I've been feeling plush, fluffy, and generally a wee bit grouchy about that and everything else that came my way. And, admittedly, a little worried that I might actually be pregnant ever since that dream I had earlier this week! (Pregnancy Blog Link ) Anyway, I was relieved when it showed up.
Me: "That explains everything!" (Yes, my monthly affirmation that I am not crazy...yet.)
Little guy: "Like what?"
Me: "Why I've felt fluffy and grouchy."
Dave: "And weird."
Little guy: "And you had a jelly belly."
Clearly I've been spreading the PMS love 'round this house. It's over now, boys. You can relax...till next month, that is.