I’ve been couch-sittin’ for the past week to help my back get stronger so that I can finish out the last three weeks of work before my maternity leave. I went to an orthopedist yesterday and it was pretty frustrating, to be honest. He basically said there’s not much he can do for me because I’m pregnant. Wouldn’t it have been nice if he or one of the four nurses I spoke with on the phone before my appointment could have just told me that over the phone?
Cards I’ve been meaning to mail, my laptop, and my daily planner
I came out of the appointment frustrated and disappointed and irritated. So, I went to Chick-fil-a and got a two milkshakes and then drove straight to Chris’s office where I sat for half an hour venting. And then, in Chris’s quiet, calm way, he said, “Kate, you’re being ridiculous.”
Humph. I hate when he’s right.
My iPhone so I can play Bejeweled until my eyeballs fall out and the book I’m reading (which, by the way, is fantastic.Â I was not a fan of President Bush, but I have always thought Laura Bush was beyond graceful and kind.Â Her autobiography is wonderful, if you’re looking for something to read…)
The truth is that I did learn some things. The doctor says that Gracie is sitting on my sciatic nerve, which is what has caused the constant pain for the past three or four months. Probably what happened was that I started carrying myself differently to relieve that pain and in the process (and along with lifting and over exerting myself), I messed up one or more of my discs in my back. He had me do some exercises and movements in his office to see what hurt and what was bearable and then based on that he guessed that what I have is a ruptured disc. The good news, he said, was that the sciatic nerve pain will immediately be eliminated once Gracie is born and the pressure is off of that nerve. Also, he said that with disc problems, they can usually heal themselves with a lot of rest. Since I can’t really afford to go on bed rest until my maternity leave, the doctor said that if I want to keep working then I have to completely sit down whenever I’m not teaching.
Remotes.Â Key to bed rest.
All of this is to say that it looks like my couch is my new nest. So, apparently, I might as well be sitting on an egg.
Water to keep myself hydrated so that I’ll stop having these horrible contractions and Snickers because Gracie has a sweet tooth.
If you think I’m a miserable pregnant woman, you should see me when I’m a confined miserable pregnant woman. I’m terrible when I have to just sit still. It’s a rare trait that Chris and I share. We both like to stay busy, stay active, to be doing something. Sure, I like to just sit and veg sometimes, but usually not more than half an hour at a time before I start getting fidgety. Chris is the same way, too. If he has a whole Saturday with no plans, no honey-do’s, and no obligations, he starts out so happy but by about 10:00am, he’s like a caged lion just pacing the house.
Papers to grade
But I guess this is a good lesson for us to learn now. We’ve gotten used to having a rambunctious toddler around who likes to go, go, go just as much as we do. We’re all going to have to learn how to stop and breathe and go a bit slower with Gracie around. The newborn pace, though hectic, is slow and steady. So, we’ll just consider this little couch sittin’ time to be practice for welcoming a new, slower-moving addition to our family.
I think I’ve watched The Blind Side about 5 times already.
And now I must leave you. My doctor also said that Thin Mints have been known to radically cure ruptured discs and so I must medicate myself…
Today I am grateful for sunshine.