First I'm hot, then I'm cold, then I'm hot again and then I'm crying. No, I don't want to talk about it. Why? WHY? Oh, I dunno. Maybe because YOU'LL NEVER REALLY UNDERSTAND, BOB!
OK, so admittedly, I don't know a whole lot about "the change." What I do know I learned from watching my mom metamorphosize from the sweet, loving woman who birthed and raised me to a seething, foul-mouthed lady-beast who would be sweating bullets one moment and shivering the next. But I got through it. How? Because I can run faster. Love you, Mommy!