This morning, my husband told me I looked like a Midol commercial. Yeah. *sigh*
It all started last night. Joe was tired, and after basically throwing me into the bathroom, I got ready for bed. Then, I come out 10ish minutes later...he's asleep. We're not talking the I've-been-dozing-for-a-bit kind of sleeping, but the peace-I'm-out kind of asleep. When we go to bed together, we always cuddle/spoon for a while before we fall asleep. It's our routine, and I love it. Anyway, mister sleepyhead was not waking up to cuddle. =( So, I thought I'd take advantage of the time and read for a bit. I read for maybe thirty minutes before turning out the light and trying to wake him up to roll over...again. This time? I rubbed his back, said his name several times and finally got a "wha..?" I asked him to roll over and he rolled over onto his back and I couldn't get him to say anything to me. He was still completely out. Grrrrr.
Then, I got mad. I mean like ready to scream and throw things mad. 5 seconds later, I'm crying - bawling my freakin' eyes out. Why? Because he fell asleep. I should have gotten to bed sooner. We only have so many nights together left. So, I just cried. I figured since I couldn't wake him up that me crying wasn't going to phase him in the slightest. At one point I thought, I could be dying and he'd have no idea. Which is probably true. Since he's been in the Army, he's developed some serious sleeping habits, one of which is being able to sleep through just about anything. I cried, and cried, and cried. When I finally laid on my back to try to calm down, he woke up. He put his hand on my leg and asked what was wrong. I tried to explain it to him, but I'm sure he didn't get it. I felt stupid. I got want I wanted, but I still felt completely ridiculous.
And this morning when I attempted to apologize for last night's psychoness? What are you talking about?? Great. So I had to explain my crazy girl emotions again. Awesome. I think he wanted to laugh, but was a little afraid. Ha! So after the emotions, the oh-my-gosh-I'm-gonna-die cramps made their appearance. More awesome. Hence hubby's comment that I looked like a Midol commercial laying on the bed in the fetal position with my pjs on. *sigh*
Why is it that "that time of the month" is always accompanied with her friends - wacko emotions, cramps, bloating, fatigue, and weirdo cravings? Isn't it enough just to have to deal with "Aunt Flo"? I mean, come on!!!!! Reason #1 I'm ticked at Eve for taking that first bite. She cursed us all!!!!! Lol!
On a side note, I've decided that I've seriously fallen off the workout bandwagon. I've got to get back on track before I become some squishy beach bum! Hopefully, I'll be able to get to the gym near our new house and get back to doing Pilates. I really do miss doing Pilates. Running? Not so much. I know that I need to though. My legs and knees have been killing me, which I'm sure is caused by the lack of workouts.
Also, I'm still looking for ideas to add to my "Things to Accomplish While Joe's Gone" list. Any suggestions would be great!!!
3 more days 'til we move in!! Woohoo!!