I Give

I have been feeling progressively worse and worse. Not sick, but pain wise. I got a different brace (this is number four, for anyone keeping track) the other day at PT. I thought it was the best thing ever. I wore it all day yesterday, when Alice and I were shopping for hours. I declared it awesome last night to Sean.

Fast forward to today. I put it on after getting dressed. After walking...Er, waddling, around Menards for an hour, I retract the awesomeness of said brace. Sure it helps with some of my pain, but it makes other pains worse. Like my low back muscles, my sciatica, and maybe the worst part-my SPD. So really, what is the point? Even the little man doesn't like when I wear the thing. Maybe I'm just having one of those bad days, and it is a coincidence.

I have seven to eight more weeks, which isn't that far off. I keep telling myself that I can make it. To be honest, if I didn't have to watch Alice all day, and could stay in bed, I would make it without a doubt. If I don't stay in bed for long enough, then the pain actually gets worse. I look like a crippled, old lady. Seriously. My dad was making fun of me the other day. I didn't think it was so funny. Probably because it is excruciating at times. Once I get "warmed" up, I can move a little easier and with less pain.

I have a prenatal massage scheduled for Saturday, which I'm really looking forward to, but I'm worried my SPD will be so awful afterwards. So I'm wondering if it will do any good. I think I may see if I can get a pedicure too. I don't even want to try to trim my own nails!