I knew it was coming but I was sooooo hopeful I could handle it better than normal. A couple of weeks before aunt flo gets here I eat. And eat. And eat. And eat some more. Today I have been eating and eating and eating some more.
Does anyone else have this happen to them? Should I just go with how I feel and worry about it later or is there a better solution? I would love to just get outta the house but it's cold and almost dark, dh is watching football, and the 4 year old just feel asleep.