Hellcramps from hell. Gawd. They haven't been this bad before - at least from what I can recall. M/C, yes. But the true, true Hellcramps? This might be a first. That or they're forgotten after it's over. (Along the lines of the L&D theory that the lucky ones share, except without pregnancy or a baby.)
Anyway . . . I'm writing in a lot of parentheses tonight. And it took me over four minutes just to write that rambling there.
So, DH comes into our bedroom to find me hunkered down in the covers and enjoying the heat of my laptop on my large, infertile belly. He asks how I'm feeling, and I'm more than happy to tell him. DH, being the
I love that man. If he ever reads this blog, he'll either leave me, kill me, crawl in a hole, or just plain croak. :)