I keep feeling a swirling, well more of a shifting around of pressure, like where I think my egg sacks are. Ever since I talked to my grandma every day to read the Bible, it's been happening. I think I was sensitive to it, before, but who knows why, really. Like, if I was a little upset because she was being bad because of the "n" word thing, all night I would feel that, like stress to make it stop and not pulse and stuff. It doesn't pulse now. It's kinda neat, maybe finally gaining some control over my parts. Anyway, so, yea, I feel it a lot, when I think of it, it happens. I don't seem to think much, anymore.
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