It’s hard to really ever forget what birth was like, seeing as how my body loves to re-enact the entire ordeal every 28 days. I’ve been without this re-enactment since we found out I was pregnant, and since I’ve been nursing … I’ve been able to trick my body into leaving me the hell alone.
No more. She came back, with a vengeance.
I got a letter from the government, I believe it was, to approve this certain pain killer I’m on which allows me to drug myself stupid whenever I have cramps, they’re THAT bad. But seeing as how I’m still nursing …
You do the math. I’ve slowly begun to think that procreating again in the future would be an option for us, that I might actually want to do that all over again. Until now.
I want another epidural.