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Yay for Evening Primrose

EDITOR'S NOTE: Girls will probably appreciate more. Boys will either go "ick" or "huh?" but it's just something I wanted to share.

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After 10 plus years of dealing with hormones, I think I have finally figured mine out.

As teenagers, we have them raging through our bodies. When we become adults, they tend to settle a little however there always seems to be a certain time of the month when they bring on ... well... let's just say "different" emotions.

I've also been quite verbal about my "crazy week" as I like to call it and no, it's not the "friend has arrived" week, it is the "friend will be here next week" week.

I always get very melancholy, introspective, melodramatic, mopey, irrational and moody. I cry often. Once I cried at a milk commercial that had high school football players in it because I thought their wholesomeness was just so cute.

Over the years, I have begun to spot the week. Sometimes, it sneaks up on me and I will get emotional and not understand and why does my life suck and oh wait....(a little bit of math) and the numbers match up. I smile to myself and think, "This is definitely the week before the week".

About 3 years ago, I decided to go on the pill for the first time in an effort to help balance out the whole "week" thing. Plus, I had quit smoking and "everyone was doin it" so wanted to see what the fuss was about.

After gaining about 10 pounds - (stop yourself if you're going to give me the "but the pill doesn't make you gain weight" lecture because technically YES IT DOES. Anything that makes me HUNGRY-ER and crave CHOCOLATE, CHIPS, CANDY AND MORE CHOCOLATE is directly the reason for gaining the weight)  - and also experiencing nasty mood swings, I decided it wasn't for me after all. Pill got 6 months. Then it got the boot.

A couple of month's ago, I started taking Evening Primrose every day. I didn't notice any "craziness" so I figured hey! this is working!

Except, "it" never came. Which was slightly alarming for a few reasons but then I realized, the Evening Primrose MUST have been messing with my hormones. Back to square one.

Sunday - I noticed the weepy feelings coming on. So I took an primrose pill the next day. And the next day. And I am feeling quite happy and motivated, I must say.

Without going into too much details (too late) I have figured out when to stop taking them so that nature will take it's course.

And now I can live a fairly stable horomonal life - EVERY week of the month.

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