Here's my disgusting analogy....I'm big into analogies, in case you've not noticed.
Ever go out for dinner and it doesn't sit well with you in your tummy? And as you're going home, you feel the "rumble" in your tummy and you think "Oh Crap!" And I mean "Oh Crap" literally? So you're running the yellow lights, yelling at grandma in front of you and you get to your neighborhood. You feel the relief that you're almost home, but somehow your stomach knows you're almost home and really starts to ache even more and you fear "I'm not gonna make it to the crapper!"
Of course, you always do and if you don't please don't tell me....but that is what this is like....I'm so close, my tummy ache is almost over and while my stomach knows I'm almost home, that knowledge somehow makes it worse.
