My Poor Husband
There are times in our marriage when I can’t help but feel very, very bad for my husband.
If you read at Finally Getting Fit, you’ll know that I have some health issues. Because of one of those issues, I have to go back on The Pill until we start making babies. But, as you likely know, they don’t like you to hop back on The Pill whenever you feel like it. It should line up with a woman’s cycle.
My problem? No cycle since August. Until today, that is, when my progesterone finally woke my reproductive system out of a coma and got it working again.
Bottom line? Looks like I’m feeling about half a year’s PMS in this one week.
Yes, you can all wince now.
I have been doing very well with controlling my moods (my husband would beg to differ, but he doesn’t live in my head), but there are times when the ‘Pissy’ of PMS shows through like a lighthouse light in an apartment bedroom. There are times when I can barely keep myself from throwing dishes (I thought for about five minutes straight about how much I wanted to throw a glass across the room) or other rotten things.
Poor Mr. JM is suffering the consequences.
Thankfully, it’ll be over soon. And, at least when I’m on The Pill, my murderous urges tame down. But I still feel so bad for Mr. JM. I’m wondering if I should book him a hotel room for a while or something…
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