Since I am a small-time blogger and don't really let anyone know that I even do this, I somehow feel okay confessing over cyberspace that my uterus is killing me right now. Well, it hurts really bad. It might actually be killing me too. I can't tell from here.
And yet this monthly ritual of pain onset and drug use means something very
dear, very precious: I'm not pregnant. And while I can't say for sure---having only heard about it second-hand---pregnancy and childbirth and parenting seem a lot more painful and time consuming and difficult than what I'm going through. So in that spirit I say
woohoo! yay! fantastic!