I started my monthlies again today. I think it's the solid foods that Henry started on about a month ago. He's a big fan of the spoon, and his nummie intake must have dropped below the specified hormonal level... cuz umm, yeah.
For some reason this surprised me. The visit from Aunt Flo and all. I knew it was coming eventually, but after my snip-snip I had just written off all things "procreation" except, umm.. for the recreational parts. Belatedly, I am reminded that I will have this reminder until I hit the "change." And while a bit of cramping and PMS is no great shakes when compared to the living hell of actually being pregs, it is still uncomfortable and inconvenient. I still think that it is bizarre that over half the human race will not ever carry and bear a baby.
I think that it is due more to the PMS than impending Mothers Day, that I keep thinking about all the things that I have done as a mother (sleep deprivation, privacy deprivation, clean-up on aisle 12, etc...) and all the things I cannot do anymore, at least for the time being.
So in case anyone was wondering... we are maxxed out over here in Chaos-land. Four is for shore the magic number for me. The number four and the number forty.
I promise... I will post some pics in a few days. Kids, new shelves, flowers WEEEEE! Spring is really starting to pop 'round here.