Is it a bad thing to have to ask your husband if that time of the month is near? Probably so.
I've had a headache off and on all week. I'm not sleeping well. The quantity is good, but the quality leaves a lot to be desired. Today, I went from exhausted, to mildly moody, to highly irritated. In between, mood tears threatened. And my boobs hurt. To the point that clothing is my enemy. But running around the office, the grocery store, and home topless is not an option. And did I mention my abdomen feels like a swimming pool still under cover for the winter? UGH!
But do I know if Aunt Flo is imminent? No, sadly I don't.
I'll be checking with Mike as soon as he gets home and cleans up. I won't be getting too close until he showers off the cow shit.