PMS. Let's talk about it.
What do those 3 little letters mean to you? (Tread carefully, Men.) To many women, PMS means bloating, cramps, sore ta-tas, back pain, and vaginal gushing equivalent to that of a geyser (ok, boys, grow up, it's not like this required a spoiler alert or something). To many others, however, PMS means 5-7 days (if you're LUCKY) of downright crabby, nasty, and purely demonic behavior. But come on, it's hard not to scream when every last pair of pants you own won't zip, it feels like you're giving birth to a blood clot, and you're broken out like a teenager working at a greasy spoon.....AND you can't find your car keys!!!! (or insert any object absent-mindedly overlooked while in the throws of PMS-enduced dementia.)
But to me, PMS doesn't mean screaming and throwing tantrums (usually). No, instead, PMS brings me to a whole other level of emotion- the one that requires me to dissolve into tears when:
a) something sad occurs
b) something happy occurs
c) I think about anything that has ever been sad (or happy)
d) someone scares me
e) someone simply talks to me when I'm unaware they are there (thus, scaring me)
f) it rains
g) I run out of chocolate
h) I forget to pack my lunch
i) I think about my missing ring
j) ....this really could have just been summarized by saying "everything that occurs between the times of 5am and midnight"
I couldn't really explain why these things make me cry, because frankly, I get emotional just thinking about it (alert! alert!), but it's as if my husband lives in a perpetual flood zone, constantly preparing his life boat just in case my abundant tears threaten to drown him and our dogs. I must hand it to him.... for a guy, he really does try to make me feel better. ("Try" being the operative word.) He offers to do the dishes, he compliments my outfit (even when I know darn well that I look like the Good Year Blimp in sweater decor), and he says lovely words of encouragement. In fact, just last night I was in tears over the fact that I still haven't gotten pregnant (ok, this one is totally worth the tears, PMS or not). My husband was so sweet.... he gave me a big bear hug and said, "At least we have each other." (Awww.) But how was I to know that the thought of just the two of us for the rest of forever was going to make me cry even harder? I recognized that this was just a case of him "not being able to win" and decided that it was time for bed. I thanked him for his efforts (and also apologized for sobbing at the thought of our future together). Oh, PMS, why do you torment me so?
What do those 3 little letters mean to you? (Tread carefully, Men.) To many women, PMS means bloating, cramps, sore ta-tas, back pain, and vaginal gushing equivalent to that of a geyser (ok, boys, grow up, it's not like this required a spoiler alert or something). To many others, however, PMS means 5-7 days (if you're LUCKY) of downright crabby, nasty, and purely demonic behavior. But come on, it's hard not to scream when every last pair of pants you own won't zip, it feels like you're giving birth to a blood clot, and you're broken out like a teenager working at a greasy spoon.....AND you can't find your car keys!!!! (or insert any object absent-mindedly overlooked while in the throws of PMS-enduced dementia.)
But to me, PMS doesn't mean screaming and throwing tantrums (usually). No, instead, PMS brings me to a whole other level of emotion- the one that requires me to dissolve into tears when:
a) something sad occurs
b) something happy occurs
c) I think about anything that has ever been sad (or happy)
d) someone scares me
e) someone simply talks to me when I'm unaware they are there (thus, scaring me)
f) it rains
g) I run out of chocolate
h) I forget to pack my lunch
i) I think about my missing ring
j) ....this really could have just been summarized by saying "everything that occurs between the times of 5am and midnight"
I couldn't really explain why these things make me cry, because frankly, I get emotional just thinking about it (alert! alert!), but it's as if my husband lives in a perpetual flood zone, constantly preparing his life boat just in case my abundant tears threaten to drown him and our dogs. I must hand it to him.... for a guy, he really does try to make me feel better. ("Try" being the operative word.) He offers to do the dishes, he compliments my outfit (even when I know darn well that I look like the Good Year Blimp in sweater decor), and he says lovely words of encouragement. In fact, just last night I was in tears over the fact that I still haven't gotten pregnant (ok, this one is totally worth the tears, PMS or not). My husband was so sweet.... he gave me a big bear hug and said, "At least we have each other." (Awww.) But how was I to know that the thought of just the two of us for the rest of forever was going to make me cry even harder? I recognized that this was just a case of him "not being able to win" and decided that it was time for bed. I thanked him for his efforts (and also apologized for sobbing at the thought of our future together). Oh, PMS, why do you torment me so?
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