I can generally keep my anxiety issues in check, but the lack of sleep, parenting alone, and
attack ambush visit from my period have sent them slightly over the edge.
Okay. Let me try that again.
...have sent me clear off the deep end.
Let's just say I went from hearing a weird noise, to sleeping with the phone in my hand, to trying to remember where I hid the box cutter for protection, to writing letters to my kids for them to open at their weddings just in case I didn't make it.
So I didn't actually write the letters down. But I composed a couple in my head.
Far fetched, I know, but it's how my mind works when I'm hopped up on hormones and all the other crap that's been going on.
No one told me how terrible your twice post-partum periods can get. I've had headaches and hot flashes all week (which I turned into menopause and a brain tumor). I, like a couple of my fellow bloggers, am still losing my hair and it's starting to bother me. And four boxes of various tampons later, I still can't find a fucking tampon that will fit my poor vagina or a pantyliner (God I hate that word) that actually does what it's supposed to do.
But on the bright side, my Diva Cup review is forthcoming. And it will be worth viewing. I promise.
*Thanks for all your comments last night. I didn't realize it would incite a near Saturday night blog riot. The issue for me is not totally about trust, but what I think is him fostering inappropriate behavior from this person. It would be one thing if he was a single dude and she was a divorcee' with kids and it was 1998. But it's 2007, and there's a woman and two children in his life. And quite frankly (because this is how I am), I don't like the way it makes me look -- like the wife with a husband who gets stupid ass text messages from some chick and has long conversations with her. Personally, I think she needs to get a life and I think he needs to tell her so. And then he needs to buy me some nice shit and give me the day "off."