Now I know there are a few gentlemen who read the blog. Let me tell you right now. Stop reading this post. It's very girl oriented and its content is nothing you need to know about. Trust me on this. shoo shoo. Go find something else to read because today - this blog is a "girls only" kinda deal. You've been warned.
Are they gone? ( sticks her nose around the corner of the screen just to be sure)
Girls. WTF???? I've been without my "special monthly" friend for over a year. Oh happy days. I thought I was going through the ch-ch-ch-change. (insert David Boey audio clip here) Well last week I started getting the strangest feeling in my abdomen. You know that feeling - like someone has a hand in there and is just squeezing and releasing all your internal organs?
Well lo and behold... I had a period. A full fledged bring it all on period. You can imagine what I thought when I saw what I saw. I thought I was hemoraging it's been that long. But nooooooooo it's my "special monthly" friend causing my current cranky state of affairs. Again I say... WTF?!?!?
Here's my theory. I tend to hold my anxiety, issues in my gut. When I am upset I don't eat. I can't. The thought of food makes me want to vomit big time. There's been a lot of tension in my life the past couple of years and I figure the ovaries couldn't handle it and checked out. They're done.
SO the XSU leaves the building and what? The tension dissipates I start to release all that tightness and THIS is the result?! The ovaries have decided to come up and look for one last match up somewhere. Have my pheremones started some kind of radar thing? Everytime I walk by men are the ovaries dropping and screaming "She's got eggs... really she does!" Or is it more of a "She is free and ready! Last eggs ready to drop! Take advantage of this one time only offer!"
Time to do more research on this ch-ch-ch-change of life thing - she cues the David Boey song again, grabs a scotch in one hand, those things with wings in the other hand and dances over to the bathroom.... again.