Nov. 5th, 2011
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Nov. 5th, 2011 06:45 pmlol hormones
So it's GLARINGLY obvious that Shark Week starts soon. Probably today or tomorrow. Monday if my uterus just straight up hates me. Not only am I curled up in the fetal position with deathpains, but I'm hormonal and emotional as fuck.
Last night it was bad emotions. I was moody and irritable and lonely and coming up with the dumbest things in my head to start arguments over (luckily no one was around that I could take this out on, and I was wise enough to keep my phone hidden away from me and stay off social networking for the most part... at least anything controversial)... Will was probably lucky that I was asleep when he got home, ha... or I would have gathered up random annoyances my hormonal brain came up with and snapped at him for absolutely no reason.
Today, good emotions but I'm weepy over them. As an example... Will woke up late as he got home late and he was dressed to go out. I asked what was up, he said grocery shopping. I was still shrugging off a bit of that weird ~lonely~ shit I had last night and he asked if I wanted to come and I DID but I was hurting too much to go anywhere.
Anyway, long story short he shops without me. When he comes home?
"Hey baby, I got you some dark chocolate because I know you're hurting. I was going to get you some ramen but Target didn't have any... but I did get some new Lean Pockets I thought you might like! Oh, and I remembered you mentioning the other day that you really liked that mushroom rice so I got a few packets of it. And tonight I'm making us enchiladas for dinner!"
This was, like, 15 minutes ago and I'm still getting the random tear from it. Seriously after he said some of this I was like all watery eyed and wibbly voice going, "Y-you love me!" and he laughed and went "well yeah! Did you doubt?" Hand hold... "Well no, just... eeee"
Seriously, if he was a licensed massage therapist too I'd check to make sure he wasn't a perfect robot man sent from the future to infiltrate my life... or something. xD
So it's GLARINGLY obvious that Shark Week starts soon. Probably today or tomorrow. Monday if my uterus just straight up hates me. Not only am I curled up in the fetal position with deathpains, but I'm hormonal and emotional as fuck.
Last night it was bad emotions. I was moody and irritable and lonely and coming up with the dumbest things in my head to start arguments over (luckily no one was around that I could take this out on, and I was wise enough to keep my phone hidden away from me and stay off social networking for the most part... at least anything controversial)... Will was probably lucky that I was asleep when he got home, ha... or I would have gathered up random annoyances my hormonal brain came up with and snapped at him for absolutely no reason.
Today, good emotions but I'm weepy over them. As an example... Will woke up late as he got home late and he was dressed to go out. I asked what was up, he said grocery shopping. I was still shrugging off a bit of that weird ~lonely~ shit I had last night and he asked if I wanted to come and I DID but I was hurting too much to go anywhere.
Anyway, long story short he shops without me. When he comes home?
"Hey baby, I got you some dark chocolate because I know you're hurting. I was going to get you some ramen but Target didn't have any... but I did get some new Lean Pockets I thought you might like! Oh, and I remembered you mentioning the other day that you really liked that mushroom rice so I got a few packets of it. And tonight I'm making us enchiladas for dinner!"
This was, like, 15 minutes ago and I'm still getting the random tear from it. Seriously after he said some of this I was like all watery eyed and wibbly voice going, "Y-you love me!" and he laughed and went "well yeah! Did you doubt?" Hand hold... "Well no, just... eeee"
Seriously, if he was a licensed massage therapist too I'd check to make sure he wasn't a perfect robot man sent from the future to infiltrate my life... or something. xD