I’m taking a break this session because I’ve got a serious case of the damn cramps which is depressing on so many levels. I don’t know if cramping gets worse as endometriosis gets worse, but I’m starting to believe so based on my experience. Of course, it’s also my first period after my miscarriage and they always seem worse. I don’t know if they actually are or if the depression that you’re no longer pregnant just makes it seem worse. Either way? I’m cramping like a damn mother effer and hiding in the corner under the guise of charging my laptop seems a more acceptable solution than curling up in the fetal position in the corner of the meeting room and crying uncontrollably.
The conference is going well, although I’m a wee-bit homesick. There are so many moms who brought their babies and I’m remembering having mine with me last year and it makes me a little somber at not being able to show them the fun stuff on Navy Pier.
Later, of course, I’ll get to drink adult beverages with my blogfriends and I’ll remember why I’m glad the kids aren’t here.
I’m going to continue with the hiding until my 12th dose of ibuprofen kicks in. (By the way – I’m almost out. If anyone here has ibuprofen on their person I’ll totally make out with you if you hand some over. Or maybe I’ll just buy you a soda. Something like that.) Hopefully the pain will be managed before the cocktail party tonight. Of course, if it doesn’t? I’m totally self-medicating with cheap beer.