Yesterday I ate an entire tub of potato salad in bed, at about 9am. DH came out of the shower and said, ‘did you just eat all of that?’ When I affirmed he said, ‘is it magical lady time?’.
Luckily, all this HRT bloodless period nonsense means that if I do have to have an oophorectomy next year, I will still have an acceptable excuse for eating all of the potato salad.
Can’t decide if I want oven chips or potato waffles for lunch - does anyone else find menstruating makes them potato-mad? Bread will do in a pinch but I swear, I dream of potatoes 2 days a month.