Your eyes do not deceive you.
Indeed, the pregnancy saga continues, now with pelvic girdle pain a hip brace, and some lovely crutches! Upon first having to use them last week, I cried. Nay- sobbed. Now, however, I’m coming to terms with my situation and I am starting to find it quite hilarious. Not sure how the next 11 ish weeks will go… some days are better than others, mentally and physically. But, to quote Bilbo Baggins, I am often feeling “thin- like butter spread over too much bread.”
I love my babies, but boy does my body hate being pregnant!
Some moments are beyond excruciating. And the pain is, unfortunately, constant in some degree or another, UNLESS I’m in the swimming pool. On bad days I scooch around on my bum, or crawl around the house. Whichever feels safer. Yes, my physical limits right now are somewhat less than I’d like… At the end of the day though, I’m grateful not to be on bed rest. Besides, there is always the possibility I could get a bit better, right?
Overall, I’m grateful for baby being healthy, kind doctors, and my stud of a husband. The Hubster is being a rock star throughout all of this madness. You really are exposed to a person’s true nature during hard times. Right now is one of those hard times, and how grateful I am to have a supportive, patient man by my side.
Here’s to our family finding joy in the journey and strength in one another! Step by step. Moment by moment.
Any and all prayers, good vibes, gift cards or foot massages you want to send my way are most welcome… actually a gift card for a foot massage would be freakin’ amazing… jk… but seriously…