For the record, I’m not a huge fan of whiny posts, so if you’re not either than you might want to skip this one. You’ve been warned. . .
Either tomorrow or Saturday I’ll be 35 weeks pregnant–I’m not exactly sure because those online ticker things don’t agree and I’m too lazy to figure it out for myself. This has been one spectacularly uneventful pregnancy. I had a brush with some contractions a few weeks ago, but even those have subsided and now I’m just big, big, big. I clearly had not recovered from the twins because I look like I’m pregnant with two again. Either that, or I’m giving birth to godzilla. Only time will tell.
So here I am, at the very end of this thing. I’m ordering stuff off the internet for the new babe, trying desperately to the get house in order after two weeks of solo-parenting, and generally feeling pretty good when BAM! I get hit with some of the worst pain I have ever experienced.
It’s somewhere around where my leg meets my pelvis and it shoots down into my leg. It hurts the worst when I step on one leg–so, basically when I’m walking. My twinnies still get up at night pretty regularly and it is so incredibly hard to take that first step out of bed in the dead of night when I know it’s going to send sparks rocketing down my leg. At first I thought it was nerve pain, but it’s escalated so significantly that I think it’s something more.
After much consulting with Dr. Google, I think I’m dealing with a problem with my pubic symphysis. I’m definitely hearing some popping/cracking when I walk and the other symptoms seem to fit too. Sadly, I’m not sure there’s much to be done about it besides giving birth.
So basically, I’m supposed to take care of my three children for the next four weeks with pain shooting down my leg and there’s almost nothing to be done.
I have a standing appointment with my OBGYN on Mondays now–I might start begging to push the date up a bit–I’m getting kind of desperate.