I'm trying not to complain because I neurotically hope that this horrid constipation is a symptom of pregnancy and not directly related to my love of cheese (as I really haven't eaten any more cheese than normal). However, its all I can think of.
This feeling of a giant cork up my ass that refuses to pop out, is taking up important brain cell energy. I have other things to do (like obsess over charts) than to worry about pooping.
I may have to bite the bullet and go ahead and invest in some colace as I can't stand going to the bathroom. It hurts. It hurts to strain and push and pant and prop your feet up on the walls and hold the handrails and push some more like you are going to give birth to a redwood log that has not been de-limbed.
If this is the price I have to pay for pregnancy, I will gladly pay it. I would just like to know that its not in vain, that there really is something in the front part that is causing the pain in the back part. That's all I ask, because if that were true, I could atleast make my blog somewhat amusing again and relish in the fact that "YAY, I'm constipated, BECAUSE I'M PREGNANT!". That would definately be nice and make the pain just a little less.