Imagine me, aimlessly skipping through life, skating with Dogs, the lot. Saying moronic things like “I don’t really get period symptoms, maybe I get a bit weepy” …… Idiot.
Well no one tells you that Mother Nature (Bitch nature) is storing up all those symptoms until after you’ve had kids, because obviously you’ll be so much better equipped to handle them when you’re already a wreck of the person you once was and you’re trying to figure out if you’re even a person at all…or just a bag of cells that belong to everyone else.
So that was me, an idiot…without a care in the world.
Now I have about 3 weeks of symptoms and a week of bleeding. Joy! (sorry to all the fellas reading this, but this shiz is real).
Week 1 – Stomach ache, not just stomach ache, more like eat something then run straight to the loo…. brilliant. Good job I don’t have public toilet fear anymore. (Note. Cutting out diary has actually reduced this loads tbh).
Week 2 – Floods of Tears, tears of joy (ugly sobs of joy). Tears of sadness (ugly sobs of sadness). Tears of frustration (ugly sobs…. you get the idea). Everything makes me cry EVERYTHING!
Week 3 – Annoyance. I walk around huffing at things…. actually huffing, I will huff at someone huffing, that’s how annoyed I am.
The worse thing I do is get totally annoyed at all the love my son (my gorgeous 3-year-old son) showers on me.
My son never took to any sort of comforter we tried; no dummy, no blanket, no cuddly toy, not Sophie the pesky giraffe. Nothing, and we tried everything…. often.
His comforter is… my forehead.
Just mine, he’ll make do with someone else’s forehead if we’re not in the same house, but if he can smell me near then its my head he wants.
He strokes it goodbye when I go to work, he strokes it when we watch telly (we watch a lot, I am a lazy parent), if he’s sad…he strokes my head, If he’s hurt his arm, he puts it on my magic head.
it’s sweet, its gorgeous, its beautiful and once a month for around a week it drives me mad. When he falls asleep stroking my forehead; I grind my teeth to tatters, I’ve even been known to flick his hand away (I immediately hate myself for it).
This is the worse stage for me, because its so stupid, its ungrateful of me but I can’t help it.
Week 4 – Bleeding. This is fine, it’s a relief to be honest and since I got some WUKA’s (google them they are life changing) I barely notice the inconvenience of it.
Anyway, that’s my little rant on parenting on a period, there’s more I know. I’m sure I’m not the only person who struggles, I know I’m not, and I didn’t even get in to the anxiety; because honestly its still too big of an issue for me to write about yet.
Basically, periods suck… They SUCK!!!!
(written smack bang in week 3)