So, today I found myself at the doctor revealing the one thing that every middle-aged woman hates to discuss- I’ve started perimenopause and need some help. I’ve been in denial for a while. It probably started over four years ago because that’s when I went to the gynecologist complaining about irregular periods but I’ve been blowing it off ever since. Why? Because I got the quick fix of the Mirena IUD to stop my periods, so if I don’t have one then I can’t be in perimenopause, Right? Wrong.
Just like every other woman out there, I hate having periods and honestly, I don’t have them at all now. And, I don’t really care because I’m way past the stage of wanting another baby. I just hate getting old and the process pretty much sucks. Not only is my body starting to fall apart a little from normal wear and tear over almost five decades, I’ve started to have all kinds of symptoms that are signalling that my ovaries may just be done doing their work. Why am I telling you this? Because if you have any of the symptoms that I’ve had, it may be time to get your head out of the sand and admit that you’re in perimenopause too. Here’s how I know.
- For the first time in my life, I’ve gained weight around my middle. I even have a muffin top. No matter what I do, it’s still there and it’s pissing me off.
- My muscles and joints hurt. At first I thought it was Magnesium deficiency until I started taking a supplement and it didn’t go away. So I googled it.
- My emotions are slightly erratic. Yes, I know the past year has been incredibly stressful, but I have my head on straight. Explain to me why one moment, I’m fine and the next I want to rip the head off the stupid cashier across from me.
- I’m hot. And, not in a good way. Last week we were in the car and Rosie kept turning off the air conditioner. I kept turning it back on. Finally, I looked at her and said, “Look, I’m old and fat and hot. Next time, wear a jacket.” Mother of the year.
- I sweat. I’ve never sweat in my life- not even much on the tennis court. Now, I can be standing in the bathroom after a shower, throw a top on and I’m already moist. Whatever.
- I’m having trouble sleeping. I wake up in the middle of the night, stare at the ceiling and curse. Sometimes, I wake up sweating. In fact, two nights ago my hair was so drenched I thought for sure I was running a temperature of 105.
So far, I have yet to have full-blown hot flashes. Not every gal has them so I may get lucky, but I know I need to do something. So, when my friend Janet came up with Alvoru, a new line of clothing tailored towards making “hot women become cooler” I ripped a shirt out of her hands and told her I was dying to try. And, then life got in the way (and a little of my denial) and it’s been staring at me in my office. Taunting me. Telling me it will make me cooler. It probably will, so next week I plan to try it and report back. Let’s hope it works.
As for my trip to the doctor, it was a little humbling. After spending a little quality time together and leaving a little blood for good measure, I realized that I’ve probably been in perimenopause for a couple of years. My options to feel better? Hormone Replacement Therapy or anti-depressants. I am choosing to look at HRT first because I really don’t have any more time to waste and I need to feel better. We’ll see what happens when my blood work comes back.
Anyone else in their 40″s going through this?