Friday, May 1, 2009

Teething+PMS=Bad Combination

Sabrina seems to be really teething this time. Unfortunately this is coinciding with brutal PMS for me, which leaves me less tolerant of life in general fussiness.

When I say brutal, I mean BRUTAL. I have to say, I am not a fan of these hormones. It's all new to me. I was on the pill for well over a decade to control my endometriosis, a pill that suppressed virtually all of my estrogen. Then, I went off to try and get pregnant, but never really had periods so that was no biggie. Started fertility drugs for about a year and while I was susceptible to some mood swings and bloating, it was nothing like what I experience now.

I really think hormones lead to the crazies. I'm going to specifically blame estrogen since that's what I lacked most of my adult life and that is what I blame for everything now. I blame estrogen for craving salt so much I could literally lay my tongue in a plate of salt and be happy. I blame it for making me look 5 months pregnant due to some tremendous bloating that comes out of nowhere. I blame it for thinking Chris' breathing is loud, excessive and not entirely necessary. I blame it for getting pissed off at my poor cat with chronic kidney disease getting up and vomiting at 4:30am. I blame it for looking at my crying, teething daughter and saying, "What? There are no teeth there. You're faking." (Okay, I didn't do that but I thought it.) I blame it for the crippling fatigue even though I have an awesome baby that sleeps well all night long. People tell me I look tired and nod knowingly since I have a baby so clearly, that's why I'm tired. No, it's not her. It's that little fucker I call estrogen.

Oh, and I'm blaming estrogen for my new found cellulite as well.

I think Suzanne Somers is a nut job, but I am hating estrogen so much I may even consider reading her book about how hormones are the root of all evil because I am really that desperate. Unless it suggests cutting out alcohol or Lean Cuisines or something because frankly, that's taking it too far.

Am I the only one that's a slave to these hormones? What do you do to deal with them? Please don't tell me to change my diet. I'm weak. I can't. But anything else?


Sally's World said...

oh god, i don't envy you, i used to suffer so badly, i had all my 'bits' whipped out 3 years ago, best thing i ever did...i have never looked back, no pain, no PMT...i was worried at first, i wondered if the moods i had blamed on PMT for so long were just me!!! but no...all gone...and although i wouldn't recommend anything so radical for PMT...well actually, i would, its worth it...the thing is, nothing ever worked, i tried everything...and i mean the end, all i could do is warn dave and the least they could avoid me...and duck!

Missy said...

That is a bad combo! Hugs to you!

Aunt Becky said...

Man, I don't know. I've been a raging bitch all week and I'm blaming it on hormones. But it could be that I'm just a bitch.

Erin said...

I have no words, I just want to say I love your blog!

ab said...

In all truthfullness, I too think that my DH's breathing is loud, excessive and not entirely necessary - so can I now blame the crazy hormones when I say, stop breathing like that! ? He does look at me like I'm nuts.
Sigh, sounds like some nice wine and a good book might help? Or wine and chocolate? Or wine and a bubblebath? Guess I need a glass of wine? Ha!