This is exciting news. Except for everything that goes with the upcoming menstrual flow. But, you see, I’ve never been in a place where I was happy enough to even recognize PMS so being able to do so is kind of awesome in its own way. Plus, even though I’m not there yet, recognizing the emotional and mental symptoms gives me hope that I may be getting to know my boy a bit better. I really like the idea that my body may not always be a stranger whose boobs I love but whose signals are never loud enough to understand. Who ever thought I’d be happy about PMS?!