It’s a full moon this Sunday. Which, for this transsexual woman means just one thing: PMS.
And the worst thing about it? It isn’t the cramps, or the hot flushes, or the bloating, or the tearfulness, or the wish to snuggle down under the duvet with either a hot water bottle or a purring spacecat for company.
No, the worst thing is knowing that, in a couple of days, all the symptoms will disappear and you’ll feel okay again without having to go through the period itself, the process of shedding your uterine lining.
Because knowing that you don’t have a uterine lining is another of those sudden, stark reminders that you’ll never, ever be able to have children; that you’ll never, ever be a Mum.