I have made it through 261 days. I have 19 days to go-I shouldn't complain. I am complaining. I am in pain-so much pain. The only thing that I can compare it to is a broken rib like pain. No, I have never broken a rib, but this must be what it feels like. I am only pain free when completely laying down. I can maintain a level of pain tolerance if I am sitting. Walking is becoming difficult and, at times, totally embarrassing.
Today I was (again) attempting to get some Christmas shopping done at Target. I repeatedly had to stop and bed over in a pathetic attempt to remove my child's foot/leg/knee from my rib cage. I think that the other customers thought I was crazy or felt bad for me...by the time I started to remove clothing (don't freak out it was only a fleece) thinking that this would help the discomfort (don't ask-it just seemed like it would help) all shoppers had definitely jumped on the 'look at that weird girl' train.
As I was driving home I started to remember having this same problem with Brooke. After she was born and I got back to my former self, I realized that my rib cage and permanently been altered. At first this kind of freaked me out and I was upset. My ribs seriously stuck out farther then they did before and they were not going back! I totally got over it, though, because I thought this actually may help make me look smaller...I had some kind of logic to this theory. I also thought that if I was to have another baby, it would totally be easier because I now had more room. I was wrong. Maybe this child has huge feet or extremely long legs-I am not sure-either way...it-hurts-bad.
One more complaint-contractions. Low-lying, stop you in your tracks, think that the baby may be born right here-right now-in the middle of Target (I spend a great deal of my time there) contractions. I keep trying to tell my body to chill out. We have a date-things are planned and I need 19 days. The baby's room is not ready. I still have a laundry list of Babies R Us shopping and Christmas shopping to complete. Our cars need oil changes and to be cleaned (yes-both important to me prior to babies arrival....I don't want people to judge us by our filthy cars when they help install the car seat! You know they would judge....I would judge....). My body's reply to my request? Here's another one-have fun :)
So there you have it-my rant and rave for the weekend. I promise to try and get a better attitude by Monday-it will all depend on whether or not another foot has decide to invade my rib cage.
1 comment:
I would totally judge too, don't worry. Hope you're feeling better!
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