Posts Tagged ‘pms’
We are Back
I miss sixty degrees and warm weather. We came home to thirty degrees and snow. Yesterday sucked though. We had to drive 2 hours to the airport. Then, we had a four hour flight to Georgia. Then, we had a two hour layover before we hopped a plane to Chicago for another two hours. Needless to say, today we feel pretty bad (I wouldn’t say to the level of having fibromyalgia but man, I feel like my body has been through the ringer). I have had a couple people ask why we flew so weird. Well, the tickets we used were the ones I won on the Rachel Ray show. They were Delta tickets, and this was our only choice for a flight.
Everybody is doing well — just a little tired. I am hoping to get some posts written up this weekend about the trip, so I can show you guys all the cool stuff we did in Arizona. It was a trip in a lifetime, since I cannot see us going back there.
Womanly Things
This post is going to be complaining about womanly things that with be referred to as Flo (you know, the waitress from the game Diner Dash). I just wanted to warn the faint of heart before I begin.
Do you know what having a baby does to your hormones? If not, let me explain. It completely throws them out of wack. Why do I say that? Well, after having Madison, for about 5 months, Flo would visit three weeks out of the month. Then I would have a week without her and then she would come and visit again. This wonderful occurrence started after what I have happening now. Currently, Flo visits every two weeks. I am on birth control, so this should NOT be happening. However, until we find the one that works for me, we play this wonderful game. I get PMS, so anyone who has regular contact with me should get some term life insurance. Seriously. After having Madison, they actually put me on PMD medication, since I was so moody. I hoping to avoid that right now.
On the other end of womanly things, I bought some new bras, since after having Will, the girls changed in size. Here’s the scary/weird part of the story. Bill was checking out what I bought when I went shopping and asked what size they were. I said they were a DD cup, and he goes no they look more D cup. I checked, and he was right. Why does my husband know cup sizes by just looking at them? LOL
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