Shark Week

It's baccckkk It's shark week and that means I have one less reason to blame my inhalation of chocolate on. That's right ladies! Aunt flow has made her presence known. Oh joy! NOT! You know it's shark week when your new reason for being fat is not because you faking everyone out pretending that you're prego but that you're bloated and your right ovary feels like it ate a jalapeño for breakfast and is planning on making it to a taco truck for lunch. Good bye self denial...hello self pity! This is the time that your doctor dreads because he knows your coming in looking like you ran there through flood and storm blaming every last piece of chocolate you ate on why that cyst has grown and that's why your experiencing shark week once again. Not only is it the chocolates fault for why you can't ovulate but you've started looking into surgery just to get those suckers off YOUR ovary so you could have at least a morsel of hope. But if you could you would definitely  just go in yourself and pop those suckers with a safety pin so you don't have to pay your soul to a doctor who has nine kids of his own. Oh the joys of shark week. This is the week of the month where your husband wonders what happen to his sane wife and starts looking into those institutions he likes to mention around this time of the month to try and scare you back into reality. But who can blame us, we're working with highly disfuntional uteruses!  And lastly the wort part of shark week is actually the day BEFORE aunt flows visit and you're feeling the beginnings of your uterus turning against itself, and most importantly YOU, and starts to cramp. But then you hope that maybe its implantation pain?! NOPE come the next morning shark week officially begins and everyone best stay outcha you're way or else! Welcome to shark week ladies and always remember you're not the only one who cries until shes laughs about her highly dysfunctional uterus =] 

Sincerely,

 Sister H