The Trouble With Being Female

Pretty much stayed on the couch all day, watching bad movies, sneaking in a cat nap, and trying to ingore the horrible cramping pains that had me twisting about like a rung towel. And it would be just my luck that I was completely out of advil and in no mood to brave the roads and a half hour round trip to the store to purchase something that would have given me some relief.

Worse yet, the pains have yet to ease and it's all I can do to focus on a single thought when it feels as if I'm in the throes of labor once again. Except of course without the mind numbing demetrol, or whatever it was they fed me through the pipeline.

Consider me posted. I'm crawling upstairs to bed.