You read it right. In glorious Victorian fashion, I have taken to the bed with girlie problems. That's right, I am in bed blogging with massive cramps. Lovely.
I should have seen the red flag (no pun intended) last night when I opened the fridge and shoved a handful of chocolate chips in my pie hole. I should have seen it coming when I licked the salt off tortilla chips. Or maybe the fact that I have been a total moody bitch should have given away that my "friend" would be coming to see me soon.
So, I am going to lay here this morning with cramps and pray that the little devil box of a scale will be nice this week (I won't hold my breath). I am also going to roll around in agony with the heating pad on my abdomen while dreaming of fun size Snickers bars.
Sometimes it really stinks being a girl.