Hormonal Havoc & Useless Ovulation
I’d like to attribute it entirely to jet lag, but that would be too easy and not altogether accurate.
No. I think it’s driven in part by ample time to think — something I haven’t had the time for in the last month — and something else: useless ovulation.
While I got to see my guy for 48 hours upon my return from 10 days on the road, he left Sunday night and is now in Moscow — with a hotel view of the Kremlin. Seriously. We really must do a much better time of synchronizing our schedules. With some serious work email piling up, I spent Monday taking care of business. At 7:00 pm though I officially started a few days of vacation.
Yep. I’m solo for the next few days. Taking some quiet time to recover and recharge my batteries seemed the right thing to do after an intense weekend with family and an equally demanding work week in a place that was eight hours off my usual time zone and where I was the novelty for having an accent.
Must focus on relaxing. Glass of wine. check. Chocolate. check. Favorite tunes on the iPodius. Check. So what gives?
Well, pull up a chair girlfriends. I ovulated yesterday afternoon. I’m not kidding. At this point in my life, I don’t need any stinking ovulation kits to tell me what’s going on with my plumbing. Trust me, I just know.
And damn if it didn’t send me into thinking about the fact that my body still thinks it’s supposed to reproduce. Come ON bod — get with the program! Didn’t you get the memo!? It’s not going to happen, okay? Stop with the cramping and throwing out useless eggs. You’re not fooling anybody and you’re totally messing with my mind.
Good thing I splurged on a nice bottle of wine. Okay, Coldplay, Sophie B. Hawkins, Jason Mraz. It’s up to you — take me somewhere else, please.