Lobsters and Menopause

Well coming off of the wedding weekend, I am feeling exhausted… like really really tired… hoping it’s because my body has been busy trying to make a human! I have also cried at Braums while taking about my sister in laws dog that passed (which Austin laughed at me for… not because it isn’t sad…it’s extremely sad she was a wonderful dog, but maybe not cry in Braums at that exact moment sad)  I am also experiencing hot flashes which are super fun.   I am pretty much always cold ( I have on many an occasion actually slept in my UGGS/ugly boots), but not lately and man when these things hit it’s not a… “huh, I’m feeling a tad warm”… it’s a “What the hell!?! Who started this inferno and how the heck do I peel my skin off of my body because I am pretty sure it’s on fire?!”.  I am driving Austin absolutely insane.  He came to bed the other night and I had opened the bedroom window after one of my heat waves. (Did I mention it was maybe 13 degrees outside? He swears he could see his breath when he came in… psh whatever the pansy.)  He decided it would be reasonable for him to shut the window and turn on the space heater….uh no… bad call.  I fairly quickly awoke feeling what I am almost positive would be the equivalent of what a lobster might feel upon entering a boiling pot of water… (I may have even made that high pitch screamy noise they make… maybe) 

Ok..ok… I understand is maybe not so rational to sleep with the windows open when there is snow on the ground and our furnace is on… but holy hell when will this end?  There are only so many layers of clothing one can remove… I mean that literally… they are all gone… totally naked and still feel like it might be a good idea to make a snow angel in our backyard… just don’t want frostbite on the tush. I am rather attached to my tush… again I mean that literally.

I suppose there is a plus side to all of my fluctuating hormones, pregnant or not, I am now able to better empathize with menopausal women and lobsters.