I know some people, by whom I mean men, think that PMS is just a myth, or a story evilly concocted years ago by a woman who just wanted another excuse for those seemingly irrational bitchy tirades aimed toward her poor man. But no, it’s real. Very, painfully real for me.
I’m not having a good one this month. Hence my writing this in yucky red. My lower stomach feels like it wants to burst, all the muscles are tightening, I look like I’m 5 months pregnant, my back is killing me and my boobs have grown at least two cup sizes. (No not yay, I already have ginormous joombies to start with).
Not to mention the mood swings. I can go from happy-I-want-a-cuddle me to I-am-so-going-to-stab-you me in about two seconds flat. I love my family. I really do, but. I just want them to go away. For their safety as well as my sanity.
As for Periods, Oh don’t even go their girlfriend.