Startling revelations regarding the toddler + PMS interaction
I haven’t had much experience being a parent with PMS. It’s because I’m such a psuedo-fertile baby hoarding WHORE, and aren’t I just the luckiest? Yes, I am, but I don’t mean to be an asshole about it. It’s just the reality of my situation.
My period came back three months after Bun Bun was born. One. A long cycle, like 40 days or something. Two. A nice 28 day cycle. Three. Another nice 28 day…oh. Pregnant. Nice long break from menstruation, including seven postpartum months. Then I had a period, but I didn’t know it was coming. So it’s only in the past month, really, that I’ve had the chance to find out how my hormones interact with TODDLER.
This last cycle I was having a great time parenting. I was really noticing that when I’m happier, they’re happier connection, and so proud of how I was handling things, and so pleased at how little changes were paying off. And then something happened. One morning I woke up in a CRAP mood, and it just wouldn’t lift. It must be my PMS day, I realized. In my normal (28 day) cycle, day 21 is a bitch for me. I guess all that progesterone action makes me VERY GROUCHY. But my mood usually regularizes pretty quickly, so I’m just normally grouchy. This month I was stuck in some endless fucking luteal phase, and the PMS grouch just went on and on and on. Okay, my period was only a week late, but OH MAN. And I simply could not be a patient, kind-hearted parent. I tried and tried, but it did NOT work, because I was MAD ALL THE TIME.
And then buckets of gore issued forth from my loins, and HEY, it was like someone gave me some MDMA, and I loved my toddler SO MUCH. And I was back to feeling like my parenting strategy consisted of slightly more than helplessly snarling at my child. So now I can at least predict next month.
Enjoy, Bun Bun. You’ve got 19 days of Mama’s sunny disposition left.