Tiddings of discomfort and woe…a.k.a where did my comfort and joy get off to?
Ok I have Joy, this healthy baby thrashing around in my tummy makes me over the moon joyous. I love her to pieces and can’t wait to meet her.
However, this post is about the physical and emotional discomfort I am currently experiencing.
From this point on, rather then spelling out Symphasis Pubis Disfunction each and every time I want to complain about it, I shall simply call it SPD. This past week, this went into overdrive. It’s gotten to the point where I can’t do some of my physio exercises cause it’s to painful. I can’t spend anytime on my side anymore or I regret it all day, I am sleeping in a half sitting possition on my back. Today walking is killing me and my lower back has joined the fun.
Honestly this scares me because I can’t stop working, we need the income and I intend to work until Christmas, which is just under 2 months away. Last week I thought this would be easy to do. Today I am in such pain 2 months feels like an eternity. Going to get a ball to sit on at my desk and see if that helps. Also going to stop walking to the bus stop each day and see if limiting my walking helps at all. (The only way I can do this is by comming in to work for 7am rather then 8:30, cause Dave has to work at 7:30 and we share a car. I hope that will help.
Moody is an understatement, which is likely a mix of not sleeping well, having an emotionally demanding job when I have nothing left to give right now, being uncomfortable most of the day and fear of…well everything. I have no capacity to deal with emotional crap or conflict right now, I just want to dig a cave, grab a bunch of great books and some comfy cushions, climb in and seal er up til January.
3 months feel like an eternity, I can’t wait to meet this baby on the outside. I am so deeply enthused about mothering a baby girl it’s unreal.