On Hormones and 2nd Children
I’m working on a theory that when you have a 2nd child, it irrevocably changes your body’s chemical composition creating hormonal surges that you may not have experienced previously. Case in point, and girls be ready to be envious, for the past 21 years, P.M.S. has run like this for me – ooh my stomach is upset today, what did I eat last night? Macaroni and cheese? That can’t be right? Man, this is like the 10th time today I’ve had to use the restroom. Ohh… that’s what happened…thank god I’m not pregnant! Wait four days – then pass another 27 and repeat. However, after Isaiah’s appearance in my life, my month has looked a bit more like this.
Tra la la la tra la la la
Jose – we need to go to the store
Me – FINE! FINE!! LET ME JUST DO EVERYTHING! AFTER ALL I’VE ONLY GIVEN BIRTH! YOU JUST SIT HERE BY YOURSELF AND I’LL GO GET EVERY SINGLE THING YOU NEED!
Or
Jose – I brought you some flowers
Me – FLOWERS! WHY WHAT DID YOU DO? WHY ARE YOU GETTING ME FLOWERS! WASTING MONEY! WISH YOU’D SPEND YOUR MONEY ON CHRISTMAS PRESENTS! NO DON’T TALK TO ME! IT’S ALWAYS YOU’RE WAY! WHATEVER YOU WANT YOU GET! WHATEVER! DON’T YOU WALK OUT THAT DOOR WITHOUT TAKING ONE OF THESE KIDS WITH YOU AND YOU CAN’T HAVE ELIJAH!
Now, when I’ve talked to my neighbor friend Patti, she said she did the same thing when she had her second child. And my other friend, Jenny, mother of a newborn herself, has said to me that she feels as if she could easily kill someone on a daily basis. On the upside, I’ve only heard such a complaint from women who’s second child isn’t a totally freakzoid, hyperactive, pain in the butt – but on the downside, those women are probably suffering the same but blaming it on their child.
So, anyway, I asked my diabetes doctor (written that way because I’m not sure I can spell endocrineologist and am not sure if anyone knows what that is) – and he suggested B6 – with the comment that he used to feed them to his wife like candy – so I’m taking them now – and am not overly sure yet if they work or not – the label doesn’t say a thing about making you not want to murder your family – but my family is still alive – I’ll know better I suppose when My Aunt Flo comes to visit – whenever that should be – and please know that I am generally unapologetic about my totally non-responsible, non-womanlike lack of knowledge as to my cycles. The only time I’ve ever really kept track was when I was trying to get pregnant – and that worked pretty well – however, with the B6 – I might actually want to see my husband naked in the near future and not just to castrate him for no reason.
More later girls.
