My body has decided to set up a sequence of warning signs before an egg decides to make an appearance these days. Unfortunately the main one is a head that thumps like the Samba band from last night's concert. When the migraine started kicking in around lunchtime yesterday I had two thoughts:
1) Yippee, I think I'm about to O!
and...
2) Oh no, not today! Of all days, not when fifty students are going to come marching past me with drums!
I just about battled it with Migralieve and caffeine, but today it came back with a vengeance. In the end I had to give in and laying down for a few hours helped a lot.
What stupid piece of DNA decided headaches and hormones should go hand in hand? It's hard to make a baby when every time you ovulate you could genuinely say,
"Not tonight, dear - I have a headache..."
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