Post-Partumotional

Last time I was post-partum, I was bereaved. The emotionally-charged hormone surge sweeping my body was definitely unnoticeable. And now, I am on an emotional high, so the emotions are pretty well masked again. But, the feelings do have their moments in the limelight. They come out to play their viperous games at the most inopportune moments, mostly when the topic of breastfeeding emerges, or when I see an ant. Or when I breathe. Or drink water. Or look at my pets. So completely unpredictable are these epiphanies of sadness, frustration and anger, one would be wise to undertake a constant mission to appease me. Bill, while an absolutely wonderful husband, is never one to cater to my inane mood swings. And, often this serves both of us well, forcing me to use a bit of self-control, and not allowing him to lose himself in my craziness. However, in these post-partum moments, there is a voice inside that wakes each time Bill (or anyone) tries to deal with me using logic, reason, or even kind reassurance. The voice is similar to that of a motion picture villain, and cries out, "Bow down to me, mortal man! Your words are useless here." Okay, so no one else hears the voice. Well, there is not an actual voice. But, the feelings are quite real. When my mood has ominously shifted to this seemingly uncontrollable post-partum rage, I advise now that anyone reading simply comply.