Beware the Beast

OK, didn’t I totally JUST have my period? What do you mean you don’t know? I thought you were keeping track of my cycles.  I swear, if you want something done right, you just have to do it yourself.

I am so not digging this being a girl business since Bridget’s birth. I had forgotten how nice ten years of birth control were as far as periods went. Regular, short, and light. Just like I like my men. Wait, no.

And then I went eighteen months with no period, thanks to the wonders of nursing. But now it’s back and I have suffered the worst PMS and DMS (I call that During Menstrual Syndrome) I have ever had. Yikes. Don’t piss me off this week or I’ll take your head off. I could complain about this to my doctor, but her solution will most likely be birth control pills and I am sooooo done with those. That’s the one upside to being an infertile bitch - I can stop spending my money on frivolous things like that and instead spend it on important things like shoes and bottles of wine.  Maybe the wine and shoes will help with the bitchiness.

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