Bad night
Ooof, but I had a bad night. I went to sleep well enough, but at one point, I rolled over and felt my stomach lurch.
And then contract.
And then rebel.
And I had to bolt for the bathroom.
(Several hours later, repeat above scenario.)
I don't know what I ate, but it didn't like me at all. And even now my stomach is tender. It feels like nothing I've ever felt before. I imagine that pain is like birth contractions. I imagine.
I am sure my unhappy belly is not nearly as painful as contractions -- a mere fraction thereof -- but given how bad my gut feels (and I have a very high tolerance for pain), I don't know how women get through those contractions.
Back to my tea and sloth on the sofa.
And then contract.
And then rebel.
And I had to bolt for the bathroom.
(Several hours later, repeat above scenario.)
I don't know what I ate, but it didn't like me at all. And even now my stomach is tender. It feels like nothing I've ever felt before. I imagine that pain is like birth contractions. I imagine.
I am sure my unhappy belly is not nearly as painful as contractions -- a mere fraction thereof -- but given how bad my gut feels (and I have a very high tolerance for pain), I don't know how women get through those contractions.
Back to my tea and sloth on the sofa.
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