I hate gushers, and when that's finally done, you just have to deal with half-time, and then the cycle just starts all over again! and again! (and for me at least, never on any consistant schedule). Usually gushers at least means no, or less, cramps but this time I got everything. Kind of hard to explain to my First Grade reading group, or to my 8-year-old Primary class, why I'm suddenly standing/sitting funny and gripping the table SO hard and making that weird face. When the upteeth 6th grader started to ask me, "But why can't we ______," though, I just barked, "I'm not answering ANY whys today," to the poor kid.

changING is no fun either, but to be all done, through, and over to the other side seems SO blissful. I'm sure there must be crummy things about it but from my viewpoint on this side of the fence, it sure looks much greener over there.