5:42 am, today… hugest leg cramp in my left calf.

i know, i know, you’re supposed to try and flex your foot back toward your face– not possible when all your foot can do is point… and that’s when it hurts the most.

a pathetically failed attempt at (fully uneducated) Lamaze-style breathing resulted in a big, huge F-Bomb (of which i try to never utter)…

meanwhile, AJ appears to be calmly sleeping — HELLO! i half-way assumed he might think this was “IT” and start prepping the car and Ready Bag (which, by the way, is still not packed!)… but he then rolled over and sweetly, sleepily asked if I wanted him to massage it…

no, thank you, i want you to FIX IT!

so… for the past few weeks, This Girl has been saying that she wants to try and go “as natural as possible, but have the epidural on stand-by if i so choose.”

Dude! If I can’t even handle a tiny leg cramp, how am i ever going to handle labor pains?

Doc, prep that needle now!