My friend Boots would always tell me that instead of complaining, you should just lift whatever it is you have to complain about, to God and offer it for something, like peace in Mindanao. So let me just say, for the record, that Im not complaining. Im just sharing ;) Here goes. If theres one thing I dont like about being pregnant, it is having these cramp attacks at night. Cramps bring so much pain and sadness (yes sadness) over a hormone-laden, military wife that is me. The physical pain is so excruciating that you forget youre in your mid-thirties already and you just start to cry, more like wail, like a hungry baby. And you cry out some more, not of pain this time but more of self-pity because you realize you have nobody there beside you to straighten or massage your legs or to basically just comfort you. And then you see your 1 year old son sleeping soundly beside you, so you stop your wailing and learn the art of crying without any sound. Yeah, I hate cramps. Thats all.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 23:08:21 +0000