In this safe space, I hope you feel comfortable talking and reading about the body’s betrayals This help me with my homework https://justdomyhomework.com also boils down to the topic you chose. inconveniences.
I invite you to whine about PMS, rant about stretch-marks, and rage against hemorrhoids.
Not to mentions back pain, headaches, and exhaustion, do mention,  bitch, and moan about those too.

Motherhood is a tour-de-force.
It is tough on the body, and  it tests our spirits.
I mostly write about the spirit, the soul,  the mind.
Today, as my body struggles to regain its urinary tract health, I am taking the opportunity to give thanks to my body for getting me and my family through another day, and to  fully feel my feelings around the discomfort.

I hope you too will find comfort in this idea: when the body rebels of caves under the enormous pressure motherhood imposes on it, it’s OK to feel a little bit sorry for yourself.
It’s not wallowing, it’s not self-pity. It’s self compassion. It’s giving room for your feelings, and letting them be heard instead of stuffing them, pretending they are not there, or have no right to exist. There is no weakness or shame in this. On the contrary.

Consider this a permission slip: to struggle with the extra burdens, to lick your wounds.
I am inviting you to talk about the stuff that pesters, so it doesn’t fester.

I am shaking a fist at the germs while being compassionate with myself, and hoping you will comment here.
Because everything get easier when we share what’s hard.