Flip. Flop. Flip. Flop. It’s the story of my life right now. My pelvic bones go out of joint, then back in. My heart and lungs go faster and faster every time I go up the stairs. My hormones make me want to cry and sleep and tomorrow laugh and party. I flop onto the couch but can’t flip back out. One day I’m hoping for a girl; the next, I’m praying it’s a boy. The only thing around here that steadily moves in one direction is the scales.<\/p>\n
In spite of all the in and out and up and down, I am feeling so much more on top of things this time. And while it’s not fun to wake up five times a night because my back hurts too much for the position I’m in, I can deal with that. One of my biggest fears with this pregnancy was the wierd and intolerable fiery back pain I got with Adam. It was like a four inch ball of fire right under my right shoulder blade that translated through to the front and nothing, not Tylenol, not back rubs, not chiropractic treatments, not hundreds of dollars on physical therapy, not hot ice, not $100\/tube arthritic cream would touch it. Sitting was almost impossible and there were quite a few nights I couldn’t make it through the twenty minute stretch of eating dinner without taking a break to stand for awhile. It lessened in intensity after Adam dropped; but never went away until I delivered. I am now almost two whole weeks past when it started the other time and I feel free, free<\/em>, free<\/strong><\/em>!<\/p>\n The other night I was really, really tired which always makes it harder to move around. David Lee was in bed watching me try to get in and he burst out laughing. I threw him a look and he said, “well, it’s just so funny to watch you ooze<\/em> around.” <\/p>\n “Why don’t you<\/strong> try gaining twenty pounds (actually make that 35 to compensate for the difference in our body weight ratio) and do it so fast your stomach muscles tear apart and see if you don’t ooze.” I snapped. <\/p>\n “Hmmm,” he said thoughtfully. (He’s quite knowledgeable about my opinions on him growing a ponch.) “I might just try that.”<\/p>\n I had immedieate visions of him with a huge gut hanging out the front. “Oh, never mind.” How does he manage to get the punch line so often???<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Flip. Flop. Flip. Flop. It’s the story of my life right now. My pelvic bones go out of joint, then back in. My heart and lungs go faster and faster… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-765","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p39ynQ-cl","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/765","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=765"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/765\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=765"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=765"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=765"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}