For the first time in about 9 months, I had difficulty writing today. This is why. There was a condition that plagued the many women of Frewyn. It was generally unknown if this particular circumstance beleaguered the other women between two distinct ages of the mainland but once every waxing and waning of the moon, there seemed to be an affliction settling over that would spread over the capital and its surroundings. Women spoke of it at great length, talking about their numerous symptoms as if to broaden this odd state. When mentioned to men, they claimed they had never heard of such a situation and refuted ever seeing their wives or sisters bear all the agony and pain that was noted. Chills, aches, stabbing pains, weakness and fatigue, disconsolation, the need for strange foods at stranger hours, all of these indications recommended themselves to a disease that could only bring about one’s death, but it did not. The condition was not a myth, as i