Where are thou estrogen?

(Warning – not sexy content that may be suitable for women only!)

Sometimes my middle-aged body with middle-aged hormones has a way of reminding me that I am not a spring chicken anymore. I’m sure the phrase “spring chicken” itself gave away my age. Does anyone actually say that anymore?? I remember years ago when someone told me I had a “bee in my bonnet” and I didn’t how to respond. I was, like, there are no bees here and why would I be wearing a bonnet?

But seriously, the rapid decline of estrogen comes with a bonnet full of surprises! I’ve gone through night sweats, hair thinning, interrupted sleep, and slowly sagging skin. (Nice alliteration there, huh?) But the one that disturbs me the most is my intermittent libido. Sometimes it just goes away. It’s like it gets lost and can’t find its way home.

This weekend I was prepared for a couple of nights without Maestro. I had toys, sexy reading material, and lots of privacy. But last night I was so tired I forgot to play with myself. And I didn’t remember until morning when I saw all my carefully packed toys. Now I’ve never had an issue with that before. Maestro, who’s only lived with me for 8 months, calls me an impulsive masturbator because I always have my hand down my pants. A missing libido is new to me!

So reality bites sometimes. (Anyone remember that movie?? Young angst-ridden Winona Ryder and Ethan Hawke? Loved the soundtrack) I’ll have to go retrieve my libido from the lost & found when it gets lost. And honestly, if that’s the only health issue to deal with, I count my blessings (in my bonnets)!