Am I pregnant? No.
Am I extremely bloated? Yes.
Do you need to know that I'm menstruating? No.
Did you find out anyway? Yes.
Do I care? No.
I'm in a sharing kind of mood. Sharing means caring here at our house so I guess that means I care greatly for my readers. So, let me discuss this bloating issue a little more with you all.
Mitch and I are going to Florida in several weeks. Can you guess what else will be joining me on our trip? If you guessed my dear, sweet period, you would be correct. I normally wouldn't care about this little annoyance except for the fact that I have to put on a swimsuit while we're down there. The thought of my pasty - hasn't seen the sun in YEARS (no joke) - stomach sticking out further than my boobs just doesn't sound like an awesome look. Any suggestions on how I can go about making this attractive?
On the bright side, my bloated belly will take some attention off that interesting orange-peel look I'm sporting on the back of my thighs.
I love being a woman . . .