I knew I was pregnant with Adelia 2 weeks before my missed period.
I knew I was pregnant with Emrys 1 week before my missed period.
Both times I knew I was in labor at the earliest onset. Even when the doctors thought I was nuts. I just know my body well.
This means a few things.
#1 I rarely get PMS. I know what's coming and I can usually self regulate.
#2 When I DO get PMS (Roughly 3 cycles a year) Plan a trip to Nepal. It's the only place on Earth you might be safe from my wrath.
These are reasons Chris prefers me to not be on hormonal birth control methods. It throws my norm way off balance and can make me completely irrational. It's one reason we're both out and out dreading my hormone therapy.
|Sure She LOOOKS Cute...|
So why share all this? It's a prelude to lead up to a fun conversation snippet from Chris and I. Now before you all read it and report me to Child Protective Services, or before M&T decide I'm a basketcase... know that I'd never do this- or anything else that would hurt my children. I rarely even punish them with more than an angry look. So here's the snippet:
Amanda: I'm about to punt Emrys like a damn football.
Christopher: Just make sure you keep the distance record. Child punting could become a sport
Ah. Humor. Regulates the hormones. Makes me less crazy. It's why I love my husband.
So I hear Emrys grunting in her bedroom. Means she's probably removed her diaper... and is taking a deuce on the floor.
Until next time, friends.