This is a pre-nap story time gone awry. Yes, it hurts. But I try not to let my kids know that their touching me hurts. I put on a happy face and bear it. In fact, you can see me grimace in the bottom left picture. But I don't do that when they can see my face. I try to keep it under control. Of course I say "ouch" and "that hurts" when they do something exceptionally painful. And maybe two or three times a week I make them get off of me telling them, "That hurts mommy, please get down." But I think that's realistic for any parent. I do not want my Fibromyalgia to make me and mommy that they cannot touch. I want them to have all the love I want to give even if my body is not capable of giving everything that is inside my heart. These are the affectionate years. It is important for their development both emotionally and physically. And it is important for me too. These days will not last forever and they will not always be this affectionate. I will miss holding their squishy little bodies and how easily they ran into my hugs and kisses. I will admit, though, that as soon as they go down for nap it's time for a big break. I do the things that I must get done. And then I rub some oils on, take medicine if I need to, lay back on a heating pad and read to escape. That is how I am surviving lately. When they wake up the first thing I do is get those little arms wrapped around me for a huggy huggy, kissy kissy.