The feeling is almost a numb pressure, like someone is giving me a bad pap smear. But instead of beginning with a warning about a cold speculum and ending quickly with a snap of the glove, it's endless discomfort that travels through my stomach and even down my thighs, and all the way to my toes.
If this was all pregnancy related, I'd be elated right now and celebrating every backache and twang of pain (cue Alanis Morrisette song), but a period deserves nothing but bitching and moaning and cursing.
Oh, and lots of cookies.
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