For one, the other day, I sneezed and peed myself a little bit. Not like wet-my-pants status, but I still went and changed my underwear. And the worst part was, I had just gone pee. But, the Seamonkey likes to use my bladder as a beanbag chair lately so a) I pee all the time and b) I feel like I never can fully empty my bladder. I've actually considered investing in some Poise...
**I totally don't understand the point of that commercial, but at the same time find it thoroughly amusing...**
On the flip side of bathroom talk, I guess we should bring up bowel movements (and no, don't worry, I haven't shit my pants or anything). Irregular just doesn't do what I'm experiencing justice. It is either I-hafta-go-right-now or I don't go at all. Thanks body, that's totally awesome! And since I'm anti-medication during pregnancy, there's nothing I can take to help me! But, it's finally gotten to the point where I have to do something or I'm gonna be totally miserable so I bought some prune juice.
And that wraps up the toilet talk portion of today's blog post - now onto my back.
It hurts. A lot. There is a very fine line between doing too much activity (which makes it hurt more than usual) and not doing enough physical activity (which, you guessed it, also makes it hurt more). If I sit for too long I lose feeling in my right foot. If I move around too much it hurts so much I can barely walk anymore. This past Saturday I was super busy and basically running around all day and when it came time to go to bed I couldn't walk up the stairs. I had to crawl up the fucking stairs to get to bed.
So earlier this week I had my initial consultation with the Physical Therapist. She seems cool. She poked and prodded me a bunch. She tried to re-align my my hips since they were all out of whack. She reminded me the less weight I gain, the less pressure there will be on my back (I know...but I'm soooo hungry all.the.time). And she wants me to come in at least twice a week, but up to four freaking times a week to do therapy while my belly is still manageable so I'll be able to do the most exercises. And she submitted a prescription for me to get a prenatal cradle to give my back some extra support. Oh, you don't know what a prenatal cradle is? Check out this sexy piece:
So, the next time someone is describing pregnancy as this beautiful experience where everyone will dote on you and you'll have this beautiful pregnancy glow, tell them they're an effing liar. You piss yourself when you sneeze, you get super constipated, and your back hurts to the point where you can't walk up your damn stairs to go to bed. And, you don't glow, you get fucking acne. And yet I already love the little guy that is causing all this bullshit even though I've never met him...who'da thunk it?
Until next time...
PS - check out my beast of a belly. As usual, you can see the whole progression of photos here!