This Christmas, it’s a hormone-filled holiday, thanks to our old friend’s perimenopause and menopause.
On the first day of Christmas, my hormones gave to me: a bladder bursting with pee.
On the second day of Christmas, my hormones gave to me: two tender breasts and a bladder bursting with pee.
On the third day of Christmas, my hormones gave to me: three big zits, two tender breasts, and a bladder bursting with pee.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my hormones gave to me: four extra inches, three big zits, two tender breasts, and a bladder bursting with pee.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my hormones gave to me: five months of bloating, four extra inches, three big zits, two tender breasts, and a bladder bursting with pee.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my hormones gave to me: six chin hair sprouting, five months of bloating, four extra inches, three big zits, two tender breasts, and a bladder bursting with pee.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my hormones gave to me: seven tears a-brimming, six chin hairs sprouting, five months of bloating, four extra inches, three big zits, two tender breasts, and a bladder bursting with pee.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my hormones gave to me: eight thoughts a-missing, seven tears a-brimming, six chin hairs sprouting, five months of bloating, four extra inches, three big zits, two tender breasts, and a bladder bursting with pee.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my hormones gave to me: nine sexless nights, eight thoughts a-missing, seven tears a-brimming, six chin hairs sprouting, five months of bloating, four extra inches, three big zits, two tender breasts, and a bladder bursting with pee.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my hormones gave to me: ten words a-bleeping, nine sexless nights, eight thoughts a-missing, seven tears a-brimming, six chin hairs sprouting, five months of bloating, four extra inches, three big zits, two tender breasts, and a bladder bursting with pee.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my hormones gave to me: eleven women griping, ten words a-bleeping, nine sexless nights, eight thoughts a-missing, seven tears a-brimming, six chin hairs sprouting, five months of bloating, four extra inches, three big zits, two tender breasts and a bladder bursting with pee.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my hormones gave to me: twelve drenching hot flashes, eleven grumpy women, ten words a-bleeping, nine sexless nights, eight thoughts a-missing, seven tears a-brimming, six chin hairs sprouting, five months of bloating, four extra inches, three big zits, two tender breasts, and a bladder bursting with pee.
Merry Christmas to all!
Remember: Suffering in silence is OUT! Reaching out is IN.
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2 thoughts on “On the Twelfth Day of Christmas My Hormones Gave to Me…………”
Ellen!!!! Fabulous!!! Love the lyrics!!! And how true, how true!
Thanks, Robin! We gotta keep our sense of humor. I read somewhere recently that said people who have a good sense of humor, have a better sense of life.