I know people don't like to talk about what's really going on,
but I'm going to talk about what's going on with me.
My sleep deprivation is due to dwindling amounts of whatever hormones help you get a good night's sleep. I can't wait to get in to see the doctor in July to discuss what to do next. It's miserable, and I feel cranky, and I really hate being labeled a "moody bit**," but that's exactly what I feel like, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Let's face it, those of you who know me know that I'm an emotional person, but this is over the top — I'm crying at commercials.
I believe in sharing what I know as I go through this journey in the hopes that I can help other women navigate what renowned gynecologist Dr. Christiane Northup refers to as a rebirthing process entitled perimenopause.
Now excuse me while I go and get a tissue…because I know that making lemon bars in the middle of the night, no matter how good they are, just isn't the answer.