I recently turned 40.
Things on the inside are changing...hair has stopped healthily growing out of my head and taken up residence on my chin.
My skin is itchy and starting to really be covered in aging spots from my beloved desert sun.
I have gray hair everywhere! Most recently, my eyebrows. My eyebrows! Pluck them and three more appear.
I haven't had a zit in years and I've started using age defying makeup. As a kid sunscreen didn't really exist and I am starting to count the crows feet.
All of these fun things and the one thing that makes me feel the oldest?
My revulsion of babies and pregnant women.
Today I heard a baby in my store screaming as loud as a Lord of the Rings Ringwraith. I honestly FELT my ovaries shrivel. My tolerance for kid related chaos is very low now that Gamer Boy and Scooter Girl are a bit older. It's crazy to me that babies are so cute but such a exhausting nightmare.
I have never been so tired as since I had kids, Gamer Boy came along in 2004 people! I've been exhausted ever since. If there is a God, his divine plan is to help us gradually along within the game of life to naturally move through phases and growing at our own rate.
This would be why small babies repulse me. Not my own mind you, They were perfect in everyday and even wonderful when they pooped up their own backs or puked on my favorite blouse. It's other people's babies. Making sounds. Stinking. Gurgling.
This is why 40 year old women are really not suppose to have babies in my opinion.
When it comes to pregnant women I sway between feeling happy for them and sorry for them. Ahh the creation of life....but do they know they will never sleep a good and solid full night sleep again?
So here's to the hot flashes, itchy skin, and memory loss. Here's to my hairy chin and gray haired eyebrows.
I've done my baby time and earned my badge. Now I get to move into the grumpy old woman phase of my life with class.
Memory loss in perimenopause is a blast!
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