Warning: Do not read on if descriptions of women’s natural bodily functions makes you queasy.
- Last night as I was changing a diaper, I was suddenly debilitated by intense abdominal pain the likes of which I hadn’t experienced since, oh, say, labor. The pain was sharp enough that I barely managed to get Minnow dinner and to bed, and I did beg Fish to come home from work early in case it progressed to vomitting. (I ate a place with "local color" for lunch.)
- Eventually the pain eased, and the cause revealed itself.
- My period returned overnight.
- Mind you, I shouldn’t complain because it’s been almost 21 months since my last one. (Breast-feeding can suppress ovulation.)
- And the 21 month deficit explains my inability to diagnose the cramps.
- But it also seems like a cruel, sick joke because:
- Yesterday was the first day in the past 11 months that I have not pumped at least three times and/or been available for full-time nursing. I was in the field with a colleague, and I only managed one quick hand-pump in a diry gas station bathroom.
- You would think that the engorgement from lack of pumping was punishment enough for a fun day in the field, but apparently not.
- On a happier note: I had a dentist appointment this morning (the teeth look good), and at the end they took my pulse and blood pressure. My pulse was 59, low enough that the hygeniest asked if I was a runner. I’m certainly not, but I’ll interpret the low pulse as a sign that when I am forced to do nothing for an hour, I can calm down and relax. Maybe I even get more relaxed than other people.
- Minnow has decided that I am a necessary pillow for her continued sleeping past 6 am. She insists on lying either with her head or her entire body on my stomach/chest, giving literal meaning to the term "body pillow." Any attempt to disengage her, much less substitute a sleepy Fish, has been met by full-on screaming.
- I’m guessing this is a combination of adjusting to a new schedule and separation anxiety and will eventually sort itself out.
- But it’s not helping my productivity or stress levels in the meantime.
- (And this is why I need a pseudonym. While I am happy to share my bodily functions with random strangers on the internets, I just don’t think it’s any of my students damn business.)