I have never really dealt with the idea of PMS,
or maybe a better word is, acknowledged.
Before the whole IF nightmare began; I took great pride in the fact that no one really knew when I got my period.
I never talked about it, I was able to do anything I wanted whenever I wanted and it was a badge of honor for me...as I often felt that women were dismissed because of it.
My hubby has an thing on his phone that keeps track of my cycle; he says that it is empowering to know where I am in my body. He wants me to feel the same about it.
Today though, today I have found myself working uphill to make anything happen.
I didn't want to get out of bed, I didn't want to get dressed.
I got dressed, I fed myself, I went to the garden and turned a water heavy pile of compost.
I came home and found that I just wanted to sit on the couch
watch stupid TV shows and eat the worst food for me in the house.
I am trying to not beat myself up about not being in the studio.
Not being productive
not being useful today.
I am suppose to get my period next week....but that is a whole week away!
I think I have PMS
OMG what has happened to me?!