Last night, or I guess it was really early this morning, around 5am, I was woken up by the most horrific cramps I have ever experienced. I thought my ovaries were going to explode. Sounds horrific, right? Well, it felt horrific. I thought I was going to die.
Somehow I made my way to the bathroom, back to my room, and took a few Advil. I crawled back into bed and waited for the medicine to do it’s thing.
I waited. And waited. And waited some more.
I tossed and turned from side to side. I tried curling up in a ball, doing Child’s pose (you know like in yoga), and laying flat on my back. Nothing helped.
I thought about calling my mom, but I decided to be a good daughter and not wake up her in the middle of the night with my cries of pain. There was nothing she could have done anyway except tell me it would be okay. Maybe that would have helped?
At one point I started thinking about how much the cramps hurt and how people say that giving birth is a million times worse. If those people are telling the truth, I can’t wait for my epidural. Seriously. I used to think that I wanted to have a natural child birth, but oh my goodness, not after last night. I wanted the pain to go away so badly.
I guess the pain killers kicked in a some point because I eventually fell asleep about 30 minutes later. When my alarm went off this morning I let myself sleep in a little longer. I figured I deserved some extra rest after the rough night I had.
Sometimes I hate being a woman because of all the monthly crap we have to put up with. I really don’t understand why men get to go through so easily and without ever being woken up by cramps. It’s really not fair.