Signs that I am NOT pregnant

Disclaimer: Dad aka P. Diddy, I know you have been a loyal reader of my blog and I very much appreciate that. However, this may be one of the posts you want to skip. Oh and that goes for my male readers as well. I promise, it's not graphic but if you're anything like LoLo, the mere mention of "woman problems" is enough to send you running for the hills.

I am not one of those women who could go 8 or 9 months without knowing I was pregnant. I know TLC says there are women out there who can, but I am definitely not one of them. My body gives me a friendly little reminder every month that I am not pregnant, and I'm not talking about Aunt Flo. I'm talking about the week before everyone's favorite Aunt shows up to the party.

Every month there is a week full of snappy remarks, tears at the drop of a hat (that also dry up faster than they can make it down my face), and flashes of anger.

Tonight I went from being upset with LoLo (and proceeding to yell loudly disagree) about the "tone" he took with me to telling him I wanted to cuddle in a matter of mere minutes.

My family who is reading this right now is probably thinking, "Ummm Erin, you're like that everyday" and they would be sort of right. I have a really quick temper and I am really quick to turn back into lovey-dovey Erin too as if nothing happened. But unfortunately, during the pre-Aunty week, everything is amplified. 

I am well aware of this fact and really do try my hardest to keep the attitude in check. But sometimes it's something I just can't help. When my body is aching and my head is pounding, it's hard not to snap at people and feel irritable.

So if you are one of those unfortunate people who actually has to interact with me during this time, I apologize in advance. And if you are LoLo, this might be a good week to hide in the cave man and play video games. I might even be giving you permission.