Probably true…I was actually being a bit facetious anyway. I usually try to stay away from any and all when I am PMSing…and my attitude is just fine,thanks for asking.
I just want to cry at everything when I have it. Tears come at the least little provocation. When I’m crying over some commercial I know it must be near.
And the weight hanging over me. Ugh.
Hey, guess what? I’ve had an epiphany about my period. I’ve complained before that it was regular until I was twenty-nine, and has been all over the place since. Turns out that it isn’t: after consulting last year’s calendar a few days ago it’s clear that my cycle has shortened down to 26 days. Realizing this means that I was able to predict within a day when this month’s annoyance would begin. I’m happy to have finally figured that out, but annoyed too because it apparently was around 29 days when I was younger, and that sucked just a little bit less.
This explains a lot, the change in the woman I married 10 years ago who never had PMS to one who regularly exhibits all the symptoms in this thread (and, of course, is 10 eyars closer to menopause too.)
If I may actually pose a question (your PMS is over for now, right, Alice?) what can I, as a guy, do to ride through the storm as it were? (Yes, I know there’ll probably be a lot of “joke answers”, I don’t mind I enjoy reading these kind of posts, but if I get a few bits of, say, actual advice, I’d appreciate.)
I was quite in tune with my wife’s cycle. About every 3 months she’d get the 'Headspinningsplitpeavomitingyourmothersuckscockinhell" episode! After about 15 years of this, I finally asked “THE QUESTION”: “Do you think you might be PMSing?” We’ve now been married 217 Dog Years, and I just came out of the coma in the middle of Menopause! Why O Why couldn’t I have remained in the coma for a few more years!
OH, Here is a nice gift basket of assorted Ghirraldi chocolates for you wonderful Ladies. I know it’s not worthy, and neither and I, so I’m sorry to have totally screwed up your thread and your life. I’ll stop breathing now ::big inhale::
later, Tom.
If she asks for some time alone (hopefully nicely instead of just saying “get out right now!” and throwing something), she might really mean it, especially if she’s not the type to usually take much time for herself. Or she might really mean, stay and spend time with me. I know that’s confusing. It would help to figure out which type she is - more straightforward, or more unable to come out and ask for help. Or it can change depending on how bad she feels. HMMV but this is true for me.
Chocolate (unless she has a different favorite treat), foot/back rubs, brushing her hair, making a meal, doing her least favorite household chore, reading to her, or just collapsing on the couch with her and watching a movie or show she likes all get bonus points with the people I know.
Here is a great big smoochy hug for the chocolates:)
Haha, no, it’s still going. Better at times, worse at times, but still on.
Every woman is different- some women might want you to sit there and rub her feet, while another wants you out of her sight. You just have to find out what makes your particular woman less stabby at those times. Salty/sweet cravings are pretty universal, I think- something like chocolate-covered pretzels stuffed with peanut butter… you can’t go wrong with something like that. Or Funyuns, with a side of Almond Joy… mmmmm
PMS ALERT!
Distant sound of air attack warning sirens
To the shelters!
This is good advice. If I’m in a bad mood and I don’t want to inflict it on others, I tend to avoid people by going off to read, watch tv or play on the computer alone for a while. A surefire way to have my bad mood become your problem is to come and seek me out. I’m trying to be nice by not inflicting my mood on you, so why can’t you just let me be rather than trying to make me “feel better” by pestering me? I know that some men do the same thing when they’re in foul moods (my dad does, for example) so it shouldn’t be too hard to relate to wanting to be alone until your mood improves some. So, if it seems like she’s hiding, don’t poke the bear in its cave.
On second thought,eat shit Cat Whisperer. You don’t even fucking KNOW me.
This is not appropriate for this forum. Don’t do this again.
You know you’re PMSing hard when something like this makes you cry… :rolleyes:
I’m late to the, uh, party here, but, I’ve had a theory, based on the particular crabbiness felt right before the PITA bleeding mess: If yer a gal dragging yourself through the whole bloody process in the natural world, it’s a period of vulnerability, and blood smell. So, it would be to yer advantage to be kinda kickass mean to fend off any predators who got your menstrual drift.
“Coyote, fuck you, get the hell away from me, I will seriously kick your little doggy ass right now, Grrrrrrr, yaaahhhhh!”
I don’t have any cites to back that up, but, I know that when younger PMSing, I would kick any coyotes ass the hell away, quite easily.
Interesting enough, as I’m getting older, the hyper aware anger PMS isn’t happening as much, but the weepy emotional feelings are getting stronger, especially with something that deals with greater good and community. Odd, but consistent, and different.
Nope, it’s not just you. That’s the only time I care about sweets at all, really.
I really am one of those women who didn’t have PMS.
Note the past tense.
Because I’d have KNOWN if I’d had this before, holy shit. The last few years…yah.
I get stabby, too.
For me, personally, it coincided with the first weight gain of my life <at 38; I had a good run!> I am guessing it’s the additional hormones, or maybe additional hormones caused the weight gain. I have BOOBS for the first time <ok, had them before, but these…these are BOOBS!! The only good bonus so far…>
I need to lose the weight before I hurt someone, though. :dubious:
There’s not enough chocolate in the world…
That was me, for 25 blissfully ignorant years. It’s still not a big deal, once I realize wtf is going on. I am finally having to keep a calender…not to remind me of my period, but to see whether I can pin down EXACTLY when the stabby-stab will begin.
Then I can warn the boyfriend 