Last night (or technically, this morning), I was up at 2:30 am with a crying, wide-awake, refusing-to-be-soothed Harrison.  When the four o’clock hour drew near, I thought “No way could this be worse.”

But then I got awful stomach cramps.   Five minutes later, I thought, “Well, nothing could be worse than a screaming baby & diarrhea at 4am.”

But then I stood up.  & realized that I started my first postpartum period.  My uterus, awesome as ever, gave me a two-week sabbatical from bleeding.  How gracious.

Miserable, I laid a drowsy blonde boy in his crib with his Soothe n’ Glow Seahorse, praying that he’d fall asleep on his own so I could crawl miserably into bed with Nate.

Right before I fell asleep to cramps, back pain, & a pounding headache, I realized that I have only had ONE period since August 2008.  & I totally forgot what a bitch they are.