So this morning I had this sudden sharp little pain and it caused me to suck in my breath and kind of clutch at the counter with one hand and my abdomen-ish region with the other.
Which is a total exercise in futility because where I need to make it stop is so very far from accessible.
It wasn't subtle, and Nick was immediately worried. "Are you OK?"
It was the same kind of stabby little poke me in the somewhere terrible pain I've been getting intermittently and complaining about regularly. It happens and it's awful and it passes.
So I said, "It's fine. It just feels like she's stabbing my vagina from the inside."
"Are you sure it's a stabbing pain? Because maybe it's a contraction?"
Instead of being all, dude, I know a motherfucking stabbing pain from a contraction pain I thought, why not bring the illustration home?
"Nick. A contraction feels like squeezing. Stabbing feels like stabbing. If someone were stabbing your penis with a sharp little pin, would you be able to distinguish it from someone squeezing your penis, even if they were squeezing it hard?"
"Fine, Lisa, fine. I understand. You've got a stabbing pain."