When my Mom was up for my birthday I found myself saying "you know you're a grown up when you can take birth control pills in front of your Mother."

I am a little bit in love with being on birth control.  Which makes me sound like some kind of total whore.  But, honestly, for the threeish years I've been taking the daily pill, I've found that it is kind of…cool.

Not for most of the bodily function reasons that most people like it for (nooooo babies. yet.)  but for the scheduling.

Oh yes.  I know exactly when the PMS should hit, when things will start, when things will stop, when to haul out the fat pants and move the granny panties to the front of the drawer (though, honestly I'm going to get married one of these months, can't I just leave them there now?) and when to stock up on foods that are rich in chocolate and salt (hello perfect combination of the two known as Reese's Peanut Butter Cups!).  I know when I will be cranky, when I will be whiny and when I will be, um, in other moods.

I also know when those two and a half days of "what? what was I doing? Am I awake? Oh man, I just want to put my head down"-ness will hit and plan for them.

I had those days over the weekend and while I am happy to say that I managed to push through them and get some work done, I have to ask: do other women have a monthly space cadet cycle?  And if you do, is it anything like mine?  I am spacey for about two or three days right before the raging PMS hits.  It's a fun little mood swing and Will says that even if I didn't call out "I'm starting my last week of green pills in a few days" he'd know what was coming because I start saying "what?" a lot.

It's kind of nice to have a fiance who knows that after three days of "what?" it's time to duck cover and start throwing chocolate at me from very very far away.