1 February 2009
I wish that I was blogging about French bread.
Instead of waxing bloggofic (does that make sense?) about the birthday party that I threw myself last night -- yes folks, I throw myself a birthday party every year, check out the rundown of 33's celebrations here -- I'm suffering through the most horrible cramps.
Honestly, wasn't getting my period this month enough????
I cannot remember the last time I had cramps this bad. I get them, I've always gotten them. It was so bad in high school that my family doctor suggested to my very superstitious, traditionalist Catholic mom that I should be put on the pill. To which my mother answered, "I don't think so doctor. No way. Don't you have strong painkillers instead?" More than once she would leave for work and find me facedown in my bed at the end of the day because the pain was so bad.
I've taken the suggested amount of extra strength I.buprofen, I have a heating pad on my belly AND I took a LONG nap, but I'm still suffering.
I can't help but let my mind wander to the possibilities as to why my cramps are so bad right now. Is the endo? Was I actually pregnant for a brief time and am I miscarrying? I have no idea about the latter postulation since home pregnancy tests have been banned from my house.
I won't let myself even fantasize about what could've been if I made it to the Peak +17 blood draw. I was so disappointed to get my period on Friday, but I'm used to dealing with disappointment. I am so glad that I had my party to distract myself from being sad. I'm also relieved that only my best friend brought her kids (who absolutely worship me so that's okay. I picked up her son and he rubbed my face and said, "Auntie JB, I missed you." Then he gave me a huge kiss. Melt my heart!). My friends with babies either had babysitters or just didn't come. I do have a suspicion that one of my girlfriends may be on her 2WW since usually has a drink or two when she comes over, and last night she didn't even have one. I'm almost sure that we'll get that announcement soon enough.
My best friend and her family are coming back for the Superbowl tonight. The Steelers are my hubby's favourite team so he's pretty pumped. At mass this morning he kept on whispering to me that he was so nervous. Honestly, my husband is so cute sometimes! When they won in 2006 he cried like a baby. He didn't even cry at our wedding! Then again, neither did I. When I got to the top of the aisle with my parents I started to tear up, but I shook the tears off because I didn't want to look ugly in my pictures! I'm an ugly crier!
I shouldn't complain too much about the cramps though. Mr. JB feels sorry for me and he's cleaned up most of the post-party mess and he's even started dinner. He said earlier in the week that he wasn't going to set foot in the kitchen, but because I'm doubled over, he's taking care of me, yet again!
Do any of you have any foolproof pain remedies? I'm desperate at this point.
p.s. Check this out. This story really makes me angry. On so many levels.