Today it happened. The moment every woman dreads. A lovely well meaning woman approached me smiling joyfully 'you're not are you, are you expecting?' Well as I am sure you have probably guessed by now. No I am not, nor intending to be and frankly, in my fragile, heavily menstruating swollen bellied emotionally fragile state this was indeed a bitter pill to swallow.
I really think that unless you are absolutely, beyond a shadow of a doubt certain, this is not the sort of question that should be asked. As now, I have to contend with oh my goodness I must be REALLY fat along with all the other little choice personality defects brought on fortnightly by the anticipation and arrival of my menses. At least I can console myself that with the pinnacle of discomfort comes the light of hope of forthcoming normality and resumed energy levels and an ability to cope with life's challenges.
I started today by shouting unreasonable at my family, followed by discovering my car had a flat battery, but somehow through a miracle known only to the teaching profession I managed to spend a morning being calm, patient and generally quite pleasant to my class and workmates. As I crawled back into my house, the monster returned but has thankfully been placated by the love, sweetness and wine bringing qualities of my husband and the excitement of a new sofa. hurrah!!
Roll on post menstrual energy and calm.
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