Boy, yesterday’s sunrise special endorphin rush was shorted lived because today I could barely roll out of bed. However for the purpose of Juneathon and for the sake of my aching sciatica, I did 50 squats and 30 minutes of prenatal yoga. I also threw in some kegel exercises for good measure. Does that count?
Hey, Mrs. Grump Gills. When a big ol’ baby bump gets you down, you know what you gotta do? Just keep swimming…just keep swimming…just keep swimming…swimming…swimming…What do we do? We swim…swim. I love to swim.
No earworm advice could be better for my sciatica pain. For Day 4 of the Juneathon, I just kept swimming.
Emmalynn and I were invited to a pool party today to celebrate a friend’s birthday and I took full advantage of the pool. Since I had to navigate through super soakers, children cannonballing on top of me and my daughter pulling down my bottoms to help her win our race, it was quite work-out and not as an uplifting experience I had hoped it to be. Despite all the obstacles, I managed to swim quite a few laps and my back thanked with little pain for the rest of the day.
It’s the best word to describe my mood lately. With constant lower back pain and a numbing sensation in my legs due to Run DMT Baby #3 sitting on my sciatica, it seems my wogging days are over when even walking hurts. Incidentally, sciatica pain is also the excuse I use for my lack of housework.
An ice pack, swimming and prenatal exercises help alleviate some of the pain. Besides those pain relievers, I know exactly what would make me feel so much better. A big glass of red wine Self medicating would definitely put me in a better mood, but I’m at least ten weeks away from sipping a Syrah. *sigh*
For this pregnancy, I’m carrying as low as I did with my first and almost as large too. According to my friends and family, I’m “all belly” which is so bizarre as I carried all around huge for my other two pregnancies. But like my mom will tell you, that old Italian wives’ tale is true. Girls steal your looks.
Strangers have the funniest reaction when they see the size of my belly. They’ll ask when I’m due which is usually followed up by an “Oh” paired with painful look of sympathy. Not exactly the pairing I’m longing for these days.
So, according to close reliable sources (my sister and my husband), I look beautiful with my big baby bump and thin face radiating a healthy pregnancy glow, but I can’t help but think of an old SNL sketch with Billy Crystal as Fernando Lamas. It is much better to look good than to feel good.
However, I can only agree with that statement while lying on my side with an ice pack…dreaming of chilled Chardonnay.