Friday, April 16, 2010
Okay, I admit it, I did it to myself. This week the sciatica finally revolted. It gathered its troops, it took up arms and it came after me with a full-blown assault. During an "emergency" trip to the doctor's office on Tuesday, the harsh truth hit as I was told by the nurse practitioner, "Oh I see that the doctor has told you repeatedly that you need to stay off your feet, and can tell by the sheer fact that you are here and hobbling that you are rather active". Yep, I am busted. No more walking, no more riding on the trainer in front of bad TV, a whole lotta laying down on my left side doing nothing. Nothing is not something I am very good at nor do I aspire to be.
So really, what does this mean? It means that I am totally boring and bored. I am glued to my couch except for the hours spent in traffic, at work and in bed. Fun. But at least there is an end in sight, even if it is still weeks away.
The crib, which I have been several months tardy in posting.
I am finally reading the few pregnancy books that I have, though I am taking everyone's advice and opinions with a grain of salt as there is more than one way to skin a cat. I am afraid to become like a few other pregnant women I have recently met who think that the way they have chosen to give birth is the only way. Now granted these women have not yet been through the actual experience of giving birth, but they seem to think that they know it all already.
I think I am just going to hang back and play my hand as it is dealt, knowing my options but not being so stuck in a plan that the moment the game changes I can't just go with the flow. Yes, I know I am normally a planner, but this is something that when it comes down to it, in the end I can only control so much.