Hobbling About
The Journal of Hrefna’s Bodily Aches continues:
It has become painfully obvious that I am not a ‘graceful’ pregnant woman. I do not glide about serenely, and bestow peace and tidiness on my surroundings. No, I hobble about with an unhappy left hip, and do my best to ignore the piles and piles of stuff accumulating below waist-level, because there is absolutely no way I’m bending or squatting down to tidy up.
The hip issues is probably the worst in this pregnancy so far, functionality-wise (with the pelvis coming in a close second).
It seemed to start last Friday or Saturday, and it’s been waxing and waning ever since then. The yoga teacher theorized that the baby could be pressing on some nerve or other, which was having a cascading effect, but gave me hope that as the kid moves further down, the nerve may be released.
So I went swimming on Monday and Tuesday to try and dislodge the pinched nerve (or misaligned ligament, or whatever) and that seemed to help a wee bit.
Then came yesterday (Wednesday). When I arrived home from dropping the boys off in the morning (still wearing my pajama-top under my coat), I noticed that one of the front tires was all but flat. So I drove up the hill to a self-serve station I knew had an air-pump. I then fought with said ‘automatic’ air-pump for 20 minutes, which involved walking the few steps back and forth between the command module, and the front tire, and then squatting down by the tire to connect and disconnect the valve, as well as fiddling with it.
The end result was that I managed to almost half-fill the tire (no, the ‘Flat tire’ button DID NOT WORK properly) at which point I gave up and drove to the nearest tire changing station.
Once I exited the car, I discovered my left hip had all but given up functioning, and I had to limp my way to the service desk – and I remained in some pain for the remainder of the day.
I think I’m doing a little better today (I’m mostly staying horizontal, also to stave off the leg-swelling) but putting weight on my left leg is non-trivial, and I’m wondering whether to try and summon one of Finnur’s grandfather’s old canes! Accio!
P.s. Finnur ever so helpfully reminded me later in the day, that if I’d only driven down the hill, I would have found a fully staffed gas station with a proven-to-work air-pump. Grumble.
P.p.s. My new name: Whine-au-saurus. 🙂