Cycles The weather forecast made me cry and whether it was the falling barometric pressure or the severe drop in estrogen, I understood Chicken Little like never before and just hoped I’d survive until the next surge. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
