That’s what I should change the name of this blog to. The symptoms of perimenopause do not go well with a 3 and 4 year old. Here are some examples:
I got a massage this morning. That sounds relaxing and indulgent, but it’s more work and sometimes painful. She finds the trigger points that hurt and pushes them out. Sometimes I work hard not to hold my breath. She saw my legs today and said “You have as many bruises as my kids.” Yes, and my hormones are so out of whack every month that I bruise easily every time one of the boys jumps on me or ninja whacks me in the legs with a book or a toy drill.
My hair falls out in clumps just before my period for two months now. My doctor said I’ll just be one of those old women with sparse hair. I’m 46! I’m not 62! And it grows back in. NO, my estrogen is just bottoming out every month and my hair falls out. But add to that two little boys who like to hold my hair when they are getting their butts wiped, or lovingly pet me in a little boy pulling hair kind of way.
And then there is the nap time problem. Just as they’ve grown out of taking naps I’ve grown into them.
I got myself a fitbit last week and the one thing I discovered is that I sleep horribly. 7 hours and 3 of that is restless and 45 minutes of that is awake. Then I realized that it’s tracking hot flashes. I wake up, throw the covers off, go back to sleep, get cold, wake up, pull the covers back on.
Any other woman going through this would be like, well, I’ll get 9 hours tonight and nap tomorrow. Not me. The 3 year old sat on me today as I was laying on the couch and kept poking me in the nose to make sure I was awake.
Bald, tired, and bruised. That’s me.