There has bee a hyatus over here. In that time I have established that I am officially in the menopause. Yes, officially - not just guessing but confirmed by a medical professional. I had kind of guessed. How sweats, insomnia and crabiness are sure signs, although living in Singapore and having kids it isn't always obvious, it could just be a particularly humid day and the kids are giving you a hard time.
My mother, always the optimist sent me a wonderful article from the newspaper about people who's marriages had failed as a result of the menopause. She didn't understand why this was not helpful.
I have explained to my almost 11 year old daughter that she is reaching puberty. Her hormones are kicking in and she is undergoing changes. I have also explained that as her system is revving up, mine is shutting down. This is nature having a laugh. As she becomes more attractive, voluptuous and reaches her fertile prime, I will be becoming less attractive (more sweaty for sure), less voluptuous (everything heading south) and my fertility will hit zero. The symptoms to get to our destinations have some similarity - mood swings, general stroppiness and wondering who the hell we are and what our purpose in life is. I fear clashes along the way. It may be me behaving like a stroppy teenager.
My DH hasn't really got handle on this stuff. I have told him what the doc said. I've explained the sweats and the moodiness. Mostly he's concerned with why I am tired. And why I'm ratty. I'm chipping away - bit by bit. Today he sent me this:
So I'm walking/running for 60 mins as many times a week as I can. I'm eating/drinking soya. And as my doc suggested, I'm "sucking it up".