It's that time of the month.

[saffronhare]

No, it's not PMS. No cramping or bleeding to complain of here. No, what's plaguing me right now is a raging, blindingly intense fertility. Three cheers for Cancerian bunnies, right?

Good thing we blew up the bridges after the last child was born.

All clit and tits today, that's me. A danger to myself and polite society. Shee-it. If this is one of the hormonal fluctuations I'll experience as perimenopause approaches,* then give me a moment to get off my knees to applaud.

*Heaven knows, there will be plenty of other problems to kvetch about.