PMS fucking sucks. I get all wound up by the end of the month wondering and hoping that by the time I start to feel ANY PMS symptoms I just fall apart. It’s no help that I’m already bitchy and emotional from the swing in hormones. It doesn’t help that I am probably eating less healthy foods and riding the sugar wave and crash. And then I notice that my crappy mood is in direct correlation to my cycle and that I’ll be getting my period any time now… and then I lose it. I just fall apart. I get so mad at myself and so upset by another failed month and it usually ends up in tears. Sad, angry, bitter, all those emotions. So I cry.
Which got me to thinking- Has anyone else wondered how many tears they have shed over babies they hoped would come? I took the Harry Potter Quiz over the break and it revealed that I’m a pretty even split between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, so maybe the Ravenclaw aspect is why I feel the need to quantify shit like this, I dunno… But I have found myself wondering about all the times I was sure I was pregnant. Only to wind up not being and then crying. And I wonder how many tears I’ve actually cried? A bathtub worth? Swimming pool? Lake? Ocean? … I don’t know. But I do wonder.
It’s the pits.