So, in expecting my period (I'm now twelve days post-peak which is my magic number) in the next day or so, I told my husband that I was going to try and keep it together this month. Since I met my husband, my PMS (OK, just one acronym) has gotten worse. He thinks it's just me but I told him this can't be possible. Now that we're man and wife and spend lots of time together every day, his sometime irritating behavior or worse can send me over the edge. Screaming, crying, weeping, was all part of my repertoire. He told me I was irritable; I told him he was irritating.
Although, I've been a real champ this time. I have yet to shed a tear in the last few days. I did raise my voice today after he cancelled our lunch date and asked me what there was to eat at home. I told him I made manicotti for us; he told me he couldn't possibly eat that because he's "limiting his carb intake." Yes, that made me mad. He couldn't muster a "thanks, dear for making me lunch." I gave him another try.
Mastering PMS gives me something constructive to do other than worry about not getting pregnant for a sixth time.