Hormonal fun ride
The other day I experienced another hormonal fun ride. Well, as long as you take the concept of "fun" out of it. I thought back at the only time in my life, since puberty, when my hormones seemed to have been in balance and I was really at my happiest. Strangely enough it was during my pregnancy.
It all built up during the day. The stress, the unfinished chores, the messy catastrophe in my house, the workload that needs to be dealt with, and my girls nattering and bickering in the back. It all culminated when my husband arrived home, I finally lifted my eyes of the desk only to find one of my girls shredding banking papers with a Stanley knife.
She skittered away faster than a mouse when she saw the look on my face, and I just stood there staring at the binder she had dug up from my shelf. I just couldn't help myself and sat down and cried.
Sure I was tired, worn out and very busy, but it was the hormones that made me into a sobbing wreck. My husband, as most men I presume, simply summed my mood swings up into "You are having your period".
Well, talk about making yourself into a target I thought when I roared "Don't you think I noticed!"
But getting back to a happy relation with hormones. I don't think I noticed it while I was pregnant, but looking back at it it was truly a great period of my life. Very little fazed me and I felt so calm, so whole and very content. It wasn't just the fact that I was pregnant and looking forward to having children, I truly felt at ease and calm. Good times.
The strange thing is that most women suffer hormonal ups and downs throughout pregnancy, but with me it was bliss. It is like my body loves being pregnant, or is it just pregnant with twins? Has my body been telling me over the years that my true calling in life should have been a non-stop baby machine?
Well, a bit too late to take on that challenge. And to prepare for future hormonal fun rides I have now downloaded an app to monitor myself. If I ever get weepy again, I'll make sure to consult with my mobile what stage on my cycle I am. And as I say to people who complain about my moods "I have hormones, what is your excuse?"
It all built up during the day. The stress, the unfinished chores, the messy catastrophe in my house, the workload that needs to be dealt with, and my girls nattering and bickering in the back. It all culminated when my husband arrived home, I finally lifted my eyes of the desk only to find one of my girls shredding banking papers with a Stanley knife.
She skittered away faster than a mouse when she saw the look on my face, and I just stood there staring at the binder she had dug up from my shelf. I just couldn't help myself and sat down and cried.
Sure I was tired, worn out and very busy, but it was the hormones that made me into a sobbing wreck. My husband, as most men I presume, simply summed my mood swings up into "You are having your period".
Well, talk about making yourself into a target I thought when I roared "Don't you think I noticed!"
But getting back to a happy relation with hormones. I don't think I noticed it while I was pregnant, but looking back at it it was truly a great period of my life. Very little fazed me and I felt so calm, so whole and very content. It wasn't just the fact that I was pregnant and looking forward to having children, I truly felt at ease and calm. Good times.
The strange thing is that most women suffer hormonal ups and downs throughout pregnancy, but with me it was bliss. It is like my body loves being pregnant, or is it just pregnant with twins? Has my body been telling me over the years that my true calling in life should have been a non-stop baby machine?
Well, a bit too late to take on that challenge. And to prepare for future hormonal fun rides I have now downloaded an app to monitor myself. If I ever get weepy again, I'll make sure to consult with my mobile what stage on my cycle I am. And as I say to people who complain about my moods "I have hormones, what is your excuse?"
