More things that you don’t get told about pregnancy until you’re going through it already.
Sciatica and the feeling of having every muscle in your chest pulled apart at the same time. The sciatica on it’s own is a total and complete bitch. I was already having enough trouble getting myself up off the ground, Matt has to help me up more times than not. Now throw into that a stabbing pain shooting up your right or left side every time you take a step.
Last weekend I had it in my left side. It was so bad that I couldn’t even lie down in bed without crying out. Every time I went to turn during the night I would wake up from the pain. I don’t recall the last time I felt that useless.
Oh wait.
Almost every month of this pregnancy.
Over the week I was feeling better and got all my mobility back. Then like clockwork, yesterday it happened again. I was feeling better and we were meant to be having people over so I thought I’d do some laundry and scrub the grout.
You can see where I went wrong can’t you.
Yeah.
My body gave out on me by lunch time. Once again I needed Matt’s help just to get my broken ass from the kitchen to the couch. It’s not even ten steps.
By the time dinner rolled around the little turd inside me had decided to move off of my sciatic nerve, but then he decided he was going to do everything in his power to shift my diaphragm and my ribs from their allocation spots inside my chest.
There were a few times when the mutant would shift and suddenly I could breathe easily again, for about a minute.
I was expecting to be kicked in the ribs and have weird pressure against organs that are in places they shouldn’t be. I figured that the feeling of having multiple pulled muscles in my chest was something pregnancy related but it was not something that had been mentioned to me before.
So I sat there on the couch, rocking back and forth, barely able to breathe. There was nothing Matt could do except jokingly ask if I was going into labour early.
This morning I thought that I was in the clear. Predator had different plans. I’ve spent all day in bed nursing nausea and a headache that painkillers couldn’t touch.
After searching a few Facebook groups and some googling it became clear that the sciatica, chest pains and headaches won’t be going away until the termite it born.
Don’t get me wrong, I still feel joy every time the tiny torturer kicks, I still can’t wait to hold the little fighter in my arms and see Matt stare in wonder at the adorable monster that’s come out of me. Doesn’t mean that I don’t wish the goblin wouldn’t calm down and give me a break every now and again. Hell, I’d be happy if I only had to deal with one thing at a time. Sciatica or the feeling of having someone rooting around in my ribcage and rearranging my internals. Nausea or the never ending headache.
Pick one at a time for the love of God.
Who am I kidding? This kid isn’t going to hit me with one thing at a time at any point in their life. It’s going to be all or nothing.
I was going to say that on the bright side there’s only five days left till SupaNova where I’ll be with KellerStrikes. She will be Aloy from Horizon: Zero Dawn and hot damn is the costume looking all different kinds of fine. Keller did some calculations and as of Friday night we had accumulated 400 hours in the last 33 days which explains why we’re both absolutely shattered.
That’s what I was going to say up until about an hour ago when I was informed that Perth SupaNova has been postponed. We’ve come up with a revised game plan for the week so at least by the time they have a new date for SupaNova then the costume will be completely done.
My only hope right now is that when they do announce the dates I’m not ready to drop a baby in the middle of Perth Convention Centre….that might put a bit of a damper on the outing. Get it? Cos my water will probably break. Make things a bit damp.
I’ll let myself out.
S.J Smith Books 