There are two big things happening right now.
One, I’m weaning off Diet Coke. This morning I ordered a caffeine-free DC at Chick-Fil-A and my usual gal looked at me strange. I’ve warned my co-workers. I’ve been drinking Diet Coke for years. Goodness, my other blog is named after my passion. Years, people, years. This is a huge step and I don’t take it lightly. Hear, that kiddo? That’s your mom doing the right thing for your in utero experience. Getting off sugar was nothing compared to this.
Secondly, holy mackeral pants, I think I ovulated. The Metformin – which has surprisingly increased the fur on my hairy little face – is doing what it’s supposed to. In addition to the ovulation, let’s talk hormones, shall we? The last time I had PMS was early September of 2006. Yesterday, I became the Wicked Witch of the West and almost fell trees with my intensity. I was crying, I was upset, I was absolutely inconsolable. And until about 6:30 PM, I couldn’t figure out how to deal with it. Cue, K. the Hero who came through with flying colors.
The scariest part about it was that intellectually I sort of knew what was going on but I couldn’t control the emotional part of it. K. thinks once I have PMS more than once every 4.5 years, I’ll learn to manage it a bit better. For the sake of the 100 year old trees around our home, I sincerely hope so.