Isn't peri-menopause FUN?

Before we ever fell pregnant, I was certain that should we ever manage to enter that fabled state that I would be one of those poor, wretched, and retching women to experience morning sickness. But it would never be, of course, because it just wasn't destined to happen to us, so any possible chances of my experiencing morning sickness were moot. Then I became pregnant and found I was wrong on two points because I didn't experience so much as a flutter of queasiness for the entire nine months - well, not until I went into labor and threw up all over myself while pushing, but that's another story.

Isn't it ironic, then, that it's peri-menopause has brought the nausea into my life. It's hit and miss during the month. Some months are perfectly, happily dull. Other months present me with some wild hormones that bring that nagging nausea to bear. I once wished for morning sickness so I knew something was happening during the early months of my pregnancy. I don't think so much of that now. 

I wasn't particularly moody while pregnant, either. I felt fine. I felt in control. I was balanced. Today I feel like flinging things across the room, kicking a hole in the laundry basket for daring to get in my way, ripping the hanger off the rail for having the audacity to tangle with another hanger, and whacking a defenseless box of Saran Wrap repeatedly on the countertop for doing exactly what it was designed to do. Not only have I felt like doing these things, I have done them. We're down one hanger. I also remember flinging several things across the room in frustration although the brain fog that comes with peri-menopause prevents me from remembering what they were. And I thought PMS was bad.

I don't know how long this transition is going to last. Months, years, or decades, it's going to be very ... interesting.