When on my way down to the basement to begin the Eternity that is printing my nephew's invitations, I actually cried from pain. I didn't cry from pain when I came home from having my baby by C-section. my husband actually carried me to the basement steps, where I butt-stepped all the way down. but before butt-stepping, I sat and cried a bit.
Holycrapi'mreallyinpain! How am I going to make it through this weekend?