Today was a rough day. For the most part I really do feel really good, but I have this pain very high in my abdomen that is aggravated when I sit for long periods of time. Usually in a given day it might bother me a bit but then I get up out of the car and stretch out and get on my feet for a while and it goes away. Today, I had to drive to Walton. Ever heard of it? I didn’t think so. It’s a solid 2 hour drive into the middle of nowhere (with little to no cell reception) on a good day.
Today, like I said, was not a good day. Lots of construction, trucks being stuck in driveways and blocking country roads (that I don’t know an alternate route for)…you get the picture. I was in the car for a while. By the time I got home the pain was unbearable and even stretching out in the recliner wasn’t helping. So eventually, I decided to not be miserable in the recliner, I figured I was already in pain, I may as well try taking posh for a waddle, I mean, a walk.
If you recall, loose leash walking was not her specialty back in her dog school days. Usually our pace is at least moderate, so she’s not pulling me too hard and she still gets to trot at a nice little Poshy pace. Today I had flip flops on (it was either walk up the stairs for better shoes, or just go for a walk in whatever shoes you can find down here…I opted for the latter). By the end of our walk, she was pulling so hard and yet walking extremely slow. And I realized it was because I was walking extremely slow (I wish I could go back in time and exercise REGULARLY throughout this pregnancy).
Then she stopped abruptly and looked up at me, which was very surprising since she’s usually looking at anything/anyone but me and charging forward. But I think she was trying to communicate something to me. She gave me this confused stare, as if to say “Are you kidding? This is as fast as you can go?”
Taken aback by her boldness and lack of consideration, I responded with a confident glare, which I hope conveyed two things:
“This is no picnic for me either”
and
“You got fixed…you will never know…”
Um, this may be a given, but, have you mentioned these pains to your doctor? (Yes, I know, I’m being another “Mom” here…). Don’t worry, before long (less than 8 weeks now) the 3 (or 4 if you let Brian go) of you can go for walks!
Marti – Thanks for being concerned! I actually did call the dr yesterday (a few other “moms” in my life prompted that call!) and they said it is – like every one of my pains – NORMAL. I guess that beats abnormal!
I found myself laughing as I was reading this post. I was picturing you trying to walk and keep up with a small dog and this thought came to my mind….this may seem kinda far off for you to think about, but wait until you have one small child and are pregnant with a second. You won’t even have time to think about pain!
Oh Libby, you are too funny. From your descriptions and symptoms, it sounds like your days of being pregnant are certainly numbered. I have a feeling your little princess is getting ready to make her incredible arrival before you know it…the end is near.
Jo – That is the right image! I can’t imagine keeping up with small children! The idea of one scares me right now…I can’t imagine TWO!
Jess – We shall see! Brian and I have this wierd feeling she will be late, and her bday will be October 1st. Don’t ask why, it’s just a feeling!
I remember being at the doctor’s and complaining about some pain I was having and the doctor looked at me and said “You’re pregnant and that’s just your body telling you to rest more and not do so much.” It sure didn’t feel normal to me, but I took the advice and started not doing so much.
October 1st is a good day (it just happens to be my birthday)
Kristy – all the more reason for her to come on the 1st! I think I will take your dr’s advice. And my husbands, and my mom’s, etc. I did lay down yesterday and today – and I think I’m an official fan of naps now
You’re hilarious, Libby! So good to hear you’re doing well.