Here’s the deal. I don’t even know if I’m peri-menopausal but it sure the heck seems like it. My current arsenal of evidence:
- I’m quickly creeping toward 50 – is that too young?
- I wake up a dozen times a night feeling like a breathing heating pad.
- Some days I’m in a borderline vegetative state – attention span of a gnat.
I’m going out on a limb here and saying ‘yeah, this could be the beginning of the end of my reproductive life.’ Not that I’m sad about that fact. I am in no way contemplating having a child. Seriously, I’d chew off my own leg before I’d let that happen.
I am one of a gazillion women who will go through peri-menopause this year. So why have I decided that I should write about this road trip I’d rather not take? Why the heck not?
I’m going to spill the details of my personal journey… if and when I feel like it. I’m going to break all the rules of proper blogging. I’m going to blog at unexpected times, when my mood swings are on a creative high, when I’m feeling like crap and not wanting to talk to real people, and when my husband looks at me funny and gets on my nerves.
I’m not going to even try to please all the people all the time or, frankly, any of the people any of the time. ‘Cause this ain’t about you, it’s about me. It’s an outlet for my brain so it does not overload trying to figure out what’s next.
I invite you to read… I even invite you to leave comments. But, please, dear God, do not try to save me from myself or fix me. Peri-menopause is a fact of life… I’m just going to make sure it doesn’t send me to the loony bin by purging via this blog.