Grumble Grumble

I hate cramping.

Cramping makes me angry. It doesn't make me angry with God, but it gives me a better understanding of him I think. God is not a man that would just be silly, God doesn't have any use for gender. He is just as much woman as he is man. I say "he" only for convienience. But I really must assert that God is NOT a woman. No woman God would make the possibility of someday producing offspring such a pain in the uterus! I'm sure there is a good reason for all childbearing women to be the martyrs of the species, but I'll be damned if I know what it is!

My reproductive instincts are getting steadily more severe. There is definately a small part of me that feels a little cheated that I'm not pregnant right now. There was very mild concern that I might be, and I am glad that I'm not. Having kids right now would be foolish of us. But if I were, then at least this annoying pain and this foul mood would be accomplishing something! It makes me want to break things. So instead I take the pain and anger out on qwerty here.

If I were a dragon in a cave I woud be sitting and hoping that some fool knight would come in that I might get the chance to toast him.

Wait, there's the advil, I feel it now. It's a good feeling. I can feel the cramping wither away. It cowers in a corner now. It will come back later, but for now the pain is locked in a small box, huddled and motionless.