Random snippets: b

b is for bleeding. again. and again.

After having my third period in 23 days, I'm pretty much over that whole romanticized celebrating my womanhood thing.

And speaking of which, after I made that post I alternated between being completely mortified that I had blogged about my menstruation (in public!  to strangers!  and to people who know me IRL--don't know which is worse!) and being emboldened by the cathardic nature of writing and "being real."  I figured those who have distain for such TMI would stop reading after they were warned off in in the first paragraph, and those who read the whole thing could not possibly blame me for their own stubborn perseverance.  I did wonder--not for the first time since blogging--if I had crossed some kind of "nice blogger" line.  But then I had two people make a point of telling me how much they appreciated/enjoyed that piece.  One friend even said it was one of my best.  Awwww, thanks, friends!  Um, next time would be mind saying that in the comments, so everyone does not think I'm blogging to the sound of crickets chirping uncomfortably? ; )

Just so that no one is worried, it is time for my annual this next month anyway, so I'll be meeting with the ob/gyn to talk about solutions.

In the meantime, I am finding each time is a little different, with different, often dramatic results.  Like the huge temper tantrum I threw last time (i.e. 2 weekends ago) in which I actually kicked the laundry hamper and slammed the front door on my way out.  Ever weirder was the fact that a little voice in my head the whole time was saying things like, "Huh. Did I really just do that?!" and "Hey, this feels good."

It all started because DH and I had a disagreement about how much fat in milk was appropriate for children. Which just goes to prove that the ensuing argument and temper tantrum had nothing whatsoever to do with milk.  I won't bore you with all the things it really was about, but this might be a good time to recommend a really good book I read this past summer when I went back home for a week:  "For Women Only: What You Need to Know About the Inner Lives of Men" by Shaunti Feldham.  One of those books that I did not think would be very interesting or helpful in marital insight and which actually was amazingly true and so liberating and encouraging.  Reading it, I saw how I was inadvertently getting the exact opposite of what I wanted from my husband/marriage because of some of the things I was doing that were sending messages to my husband that I did not mean.  Some people don't think their marriages are like "average" marriages and so such a book would not be true for them; I dunno, it sure connected a lot of dots for me, and I used to think DH and I were "special."  I would highly recommend it to any wife who is frustrated and feels like she does not "get" her husband and he does not "get" her.

The author co-wrote a second book with her husband, "For Men Only."  I'm not finding that one to be as eye-opening--more like, "well, duh."  But maybe that is the point--our internal lives seem so logical, so easily understandable, to us women.  If DH gets around to reading that one, it will be interesting to talk about it and see if any of the ideas were relevatory for him.