I want to talk with Eve back when she left Eden.
I spent most of yesterday throwing up my stomach lining and going into shock induced paralysis all because "it's that time of the month again". I will spare the other gruesome details for your sake.
It was magical really, in the same way many curses are magical. One moment I am taking the trash out, the next I feel like I am dying. I know that I am not. I know that it is simply a flood of hormones telling my uterus, "time's up, no baby this month". I don't think my body likes to hear that very much. The spasms begin with such violence I have no opportunity to rehydrate and soon I go into shock.
The experience gets bad enough that I begin to fantasize about cutting parts of me out, or abusing drugs till something works, or getting a sex change... that only makes things worse. I try to bless my body and reassure it that there is no need to flip out like this. I chose to love my over reacting insides. Useless. I resign myself to ride out the waves of over concentrated hormones with as much dignity as a victim of food poisoning can muster. I decide to cope.
I wonder how Eve dealt with it. The first time she realized her body was different out of Eden did she want a sex change? Or did she accept with joy the suffering that comes along with being a life bearer? I'll have to talk with her soon, cause this is getting ridiculous.