The last year or so I've woken up or been woken up with a headache. It's better when I'm standing, so I'm forced out of bed. It's not as big of a deal during the school year when I'm up at 6:00am anyway, but on weekends it makes me feel sad.
It used to be I only had morning headaches when I slept with my head cranked back thus cutting off the flow of blood to my brain, which could explain what's wrong with me in general. Of course, I can jump to conclusions about having frequent headaches: too much stress, allergies, imminet death. But after talking to my women's doctor and reading the handy dandy book "The Pause," the headaches are homonally induced. Lucky me!
I haven't had too many symptoms with peri-menopause, some hot flashes that my male doctor took one look at and told me I had rosecea. My women's doctor (women's doctor really being the key here) took one look at me and told me they were hot flashes. I don't sweat when I get them, but I look extremely embarassed. My skin can get so hot it tingles.
But for the most part, it's been pretty easy on me. I'm not sure how easy it's been on the rest of my family. I'm afraid to ask my husband, he might tell me how it's been. Being in peri-menopause with adolescents with raging hormones is something akin to warfare; hormonal warfare.
This kind of warfare takes the form of emotional tension and extreme pout fests. We pout until someone gives in. I always win, I'm older and have had more practice. Plus, I hold the keys to the car; so if anyone wants chocolate relief, they have to be nice to me.
They tell me I can look forward to 2-10 years of peri-menopause. But unlike my daughters whose hormonal journey is just beginning, mine is coming to an end and that is something to look forward to.