Hello World!

Welcome to the perimenopocalypse. Stay tuned if you can relate at all to being freezing when going to bed, yet waking up drenched in sweat.

Have you been trying to recall a simple word but just can’t reach into the back fathoms of your brain to find it?

Perhaps your supervisor at work is noticing the not so subtle changes in your mood and attitude.

Well if any of this sounds like you girly, stick with me and we’ll navigate through this biological devil together.

The first thing I did when I started noticing all the signs was….cry. Then, because I have zero emotional regulation lately, I confided in Mom, my Godmother, friends, or anyone in my age bracket that I could connect with about losing one’s self so swiftly and suddenly.

Then; I talked to my doctor.  I knew perimenopause was here, and I wanted to nip it in the bud.

Step one: spit into a tube and send it off.

I Haven’t been to an actual OBGYN since I was pregnant (nearly 23 years ago), but an OBGYN it’s exactly who my primary care physician connected me to so I could start my journey to normalcy. My normalcy.

That first visit to talk about hormones, it’s just a regular conversation between you and a person who actually knows what they’re talking about. It was refreshing to hear her go over the laundry list of possible perimenopausal symptoms and know that what I was feeling and going through, was NORMAL. Par for the course….Aunt Peri was in town. Completely uninvited and without an estimated departure date.