Thursday January 24, 2008
Flip. Flop. Flip. Flop. It’s the story of my life right now. My pelvic bones go out of joint, then back in. My heart and lungs go faster and faster every time I go up the stairs. My hormones make me want to cry and sleep and tomorrow laugh and party. I flop onto the couch but can’t flip back out. One day I’m hoping for a girl; the next, I’m praying it’s a boy. The only thing around here that steadily moves in one direction is the scales.
In spite of all the in and out and up and down, I am feeling so much more on top of things this time. And while it’s not fun to wake up five times a night because my back hurts too much for the position I’m in, I can deal with that. One of my biggest fears with this pregnancy was the wierd and intolerable fiery back pain I got with Adam. It was like a four inch ball of fire right under my right shoulder blade that translated through to the front and nothing, not Tylenol, not back rubs, not chiropractic treatments, not hundreds of dollars on physical therapy, not hot ice, not $100/tube arthritic cream would touch it. Sitting was almost impossible and there were quite a few nights I couldn’t make it through the twenty minute stretch of eating dinner without taking a break to stand for awhile. It lessened in intensity after Adam dropped; but never went away until I delivered. I am now almost two whole weeks past when it started the other time and I feel free, free, free!
The other night I was really, really tired which always makes it harder to move around. David Lee was in bed watching me try to get in and he burst out laughing. I threw him a look and he said, “well, it’s just so funny to watch you ooze around.”
“Why don’t you try gaining twenty pounds (actually make that 35 to compensate for the difference in our body weight ratio) and do it so fast your stomach muscles tear apart and see if you don’t ooze.” I snapped.
“Hmmm,” he said thoughtfully. (He’s quite knowledgeable about my opinions on him growing a ponch.) “I might just try that.”
I had immedieate visions of him with a huge gut hanging out the front. “Oh, never mind.” How does he manage to get the punch line so often???
You’d make it easier to feel sorry for you if we wouldn’t have to laugh so hard at your funny ways of describing your dilemmas!!
Don’t get me wrong, I do sympathize, but I’m glad your sense of humor isn’t out of whack!
Too funny! But i’m not laughing at you… 🙂 I remember snapping similar comments and somehow i look like the doofus everytime! grrr
Thanks for making me laugh!!
It all sounds very familiar! I seriously don’t see how this child has room to grow for another 4 wks!!!!!! I told Jason I’d give big $$$$ for him to be pg for 24 hrs.. .. .. maybe things wouldn’t be so funny from his side of the fence, then?! 
I’m happy to have saved your day.
Funny thing is, that’s how it was for me, too. I’d been wondering what in the WORLD God wants me to learn through all that’s happened lately (2 of my good friends just announced their pregnancies this past weekend
) and throughout the past 2 years…and then I was wondering how I’m supposed to know what lessons He wants me to learn—and how to make sure that the lessons STICK! I read the Our Daily Bread devotionals & was able to get the book through them…I took one look at the flyer advertising it & knew I had to have it. Hope you can get it & enjoy it, too!
Hmmm …..DLee would look kind of funny with an extra 35 lbs on him 🙁 tell him to carry a 25lb bag of flour around one day and see how he feels by the time he jumps into bed !
Har, har! I had threatened to make DH lay down and put a 5lb. bag of flour on his stomach so he knows how I felt laying on my back! Hmmm… guess he could still do it even though I’m not pg anymore. But that still won’t give the guys a backache! Plus they won’t ever really know how it feels to have pressure on their bladder, and roll out of bed several times a night to go potty. But those babies are sure worth it!!
I can sympathize with your back pain….mine is in my pelvic area. I never had much with other 2 but this one is painful. Like everyone said though it’s worth it in the end. They only thing I dread is getting back into shape. It takes me a while. maybe youhave some tips?
Girl, you are the best!
I love your style of writing… you have us all in stitches, and we forget what it was like! wow! you can get creative w/ DLee. tie a 25# bag of flour (maybe sugar, to sweeten the experience!) onto him, and ask HIM to carry it around for awhile. Seriously though, I know of some people who did that, because the hubby felt he wasn’t able to empathize with his wife. Well, he still can’t! But it was pretty funny anyway. We can never explain the “inside”aches and pains, etc in a way that ANY man will understand. Bless their hearts for trying!!
Hang in there! I love you!