a predicament of our gender

I used to think - together with most of men probably - that when a woman refuses sex while the argument is her headache - it must be a lame excuse, mustn't it? well maybe because of that I'm now punished for having these annoying and sometimes unbearable migraines 2 to 5 times a WEEK!
Interesting is a fact that according to the literature I was raised with, migraine is considered to be a malady of aristocracy women... Then it wasn't easy to identify with a woman who goes to her bedroom to rest because of the migraine attack. Well, now I'm so with you, girl. Sometimes I have a migraine for 2-3 days, which make my life a complete suffering. So, will I want sex in this situation?! Don't think so!!
The unfair thing is that this phenomenon is mainly the predicament of women, so for a man it must be difficult to understand it how really bad you can feel while having a migraine. The farther the worse: when the attack lasts pretty long, you also feel nausea, you can't stand loud sounds or bright light. I'm not trying to quote a medical encyclopedia here, but actually I'm asking - why in hell do we women "deserve" such a pleasure?! Aren't we good with having this nice guest every month and carrying a baby for nine?!
They say migraine is caused, among other things, by chocolate, cheese and stress. Well, I'm trying hardly to eat less of those, but how am I supposed to avoid stress when it keeps haunting me in a variety of forms?
Any suggestions are welcome.

friday fun

today i had a very nice start of the week-end (you know sometimes how you're waiting for the week-end beginning from Sunday (in Israel the week starts on Sunday) and then you feel kind of restless not exactly knowing how to entertain yourself?). my friend and her friend and her friend organized a gathering that included an exhibition of their own-made jewelery (two of them design jewelery) together with a so called "tea-party", which was divided into three tea ceremonies: British, Chinese and Uzbek.
Even the walk to the place created the right mood, much due to the nice warm weather. My husband, as expected, politely rejected the invitation, and actually I'm glad he did, because these was a nice girlish atmosphere at the place. Since I came early, i was there for the first tea round - British style; to follow the tradition i drank a cup of tea with milk, which wasn't that bad as I've always thought, but still the Russian tea-with-lemon style relate to me more.
this was nice, we should have more of such mornings (or afternoons, or evenings), there are so many things to gather around...