thank you.
thank you very much.
just hearing (reading?) people say "hey, that stinks. sorry" or "i've been there, done that. it hurts" means so, sooo much.
i couldn't believe the response i got to my last post, and it was truly wonderful.
i don't mean to go all sally field on ya...but, well, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
as an update...
since then i've been to the chiropractor twice, the midwife once, and talked to my pcp on the phone twice. i've spent a LOT of time in bed alternating between heat and ice on my back, and i'm taking tylenol regularly (per the advice of my dr....i'm generally not a real big medicine gal--especially when preggers, but it's got it a time and place and this is SO DEFINITELY the time and place)
is it helping?
well, i'd love to tell you that i jumped out of bed this morning like i just came from a church tent revival--you know--all "SHE CAN WALK!!! IT'S A MIRACLE!!" and whatnot.
sadly, that was not the case.
BUT...
i am feeling better. (i'm whispering that...you know, just in case...)
the combination seems to be helping. the blindingly stabbing pain has mellowed to a dull persistant throb, with occasional bursts of OHWOWTHATHURTS.
the hard part now is making myself stay in bed and not overdo it and reinjure or exacerbate my issues. i know you fellow mommas can relate.
so that's that.
and, because i know you're curious--after today's chiro trip, googiedaddy and i ran into the target to pick up a couple things...
and yes, i rode the electric cart.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
is it too soon for us to talk about my symphysis pubis?
because, really, the last thing i want to do is make you uncomfortable.
but remember last week, when i mentioned the searing pain in my back whenever i even thought about moving?
it just wasn’t going away. not with heat, or muscle rub, or a massage or bedrest or ANYTHING.
instead of being worse at night and okay in the morning, it’s started to basically just be constant. i.e.—from the time i roll myself out of bed in the morning to the time i roll back in at night, i’m in constant debilitating pain, walking around in a manner amazingly similar to everyone’s favorite tv doctor.
you know, just without the bitter sarcasm and nasty pill habit.
oh--and the cane. but i could really, really use the cane.
all of this was leading me to believe that maybe it wasn’t just normal pregnancy back pain. ya think?
paging dr. google. dr. google, you’re needed in the self-diagnosis wing.
i looked up sciatica, since that seemed a likely diagnosis. but i don’t really have shooting pains down my leg, or other typical sciatica symptoms.
sciatica eliminated.
then i stumbled upon pelvic girdle pain, and it’s associated friend symphysis pubis dysfunction.
dingdingding! we have a winner folks.
i have a checkup with my midwife on thursday, so i’ll discuss it more with her then. but the many lovely symptoms the two share basically fit to a ‘t’ what i’ve been dealing with. even my special new walk…i mean, my “antalgic gait.”
the cure? well, i’ll boil it down for you: give birth. until then, deal with it. (there are different measures you can take to try and ease the pain, but nothing is really sure fire. more just stop-gaps.)
and here’s the really fun part:
“PGP in pregnancy seriously interferes with participation in society and activities of daily life; the average sick leave due to posterior pelvic pain during pregnancy is 7 to 12 weeks.[5]
In some cases women with PGP may also experience emotional problems such as anxiety over the cause of pain, resentment, anger, lack of self-esteem, frustration and depression; she is three times more likely to suffer postpartum depressive symptoms.[6] Other psychosocial risk factors associated with woman experiencing PGP include higher level of stress, low job satisfaction and poorer relationship with spouse.[7]”
(source)
so here’s the super exciting breakdown:
my pain is here to stay, at least until i pop this monkey out. and because i tend to have bigger babies, it’s probably only going to get worse before it gets better.
i have a much higher risk of anxiety, depression and postpartum depression, things i have and do struggle with already.
my house and children are just going to continue looking worse as this pregnancy continues and i deal with this “condition” and it’s related issues (i.e.—unable-to-move-ness)
but really, don’t cry for me. there is a bright side.
now i have a diagnosed medical condition and so i don’t have to feel guilty about this:
come to me, my little electric savior.
but remember last week, when i mentioned the searing pain in my back whenever i even thought about moving?
it just wasn’t going away. not with heat, or muscle rub, or a massage or bedrest or ANYTHING.
instead of being worse at night and okay in the morning, it’s started to basically just be constant. i.e.—from the time i roll myself out of bed in the morning to the time i roll back in at night, i’m in constant debilitating pain, walking around in a manner amazingly similar to everyone’s favorite tv doctor.
you know, just without the bitter sarcasm and nasty pill habit.
oh--and the cane. but i could really, really use the cane.
all of this was leading me to believe that maybe it wasn’t just normal pregnancy back pain. ya think?
paging dr. google. dr. google, you’re needed in the self-diagnosis wing.
i looked up sciatica, since that seemed a likely diagnosis. but i don’t really have shooting pains down my leg, or other typical sciatica symptoms.
sciatica eliminated.
then i stumbled upon pelvic girdle pain, and it’s associated friend symphysis pubis dysfunction.
dingdingding! we have a winner folks.
i have a checkup with my midwife on thursday, so i’ll discuss it more with her then. but the many lovely symptoms the two share basically fit to a ‘t’ what i’ve been dealing with. even my special new walk…i mean, my “antalgic gait.”
the cure? well, i’ll boil it down for you: give birth. until then, deal with it. (there are different measures you can take to try and ease the pain, but nothing is really sure fire. more just stop-gaps.)
and here’s the really fun part:
“PGP in pregnancy seriously interferes with participation in society and activities of daily life; the average sick leave due to posterior pelvic pain during pregnancy is 7 to 12 weeks.[5]
In some cases women with PGP may also experience emotional problems such as anxiety over the cause of pain, resentment, anger, lack of self-esteem, frustration and depression; she is three times more likely to suffer postpartum depressive symptoms.[6] Other psychosocial risk factors associated with woman experiencing PGP include higher level of stress, low job satisfaction and poorer relationship with spouse.[7]”
(source)
so here’s the super exciting breakdown:
my pain is here to stay, at least until i pop this monkey out. and because i tend to have bigger babies, it’s probably only going to get worse before it gets better.
i have a much higher risk of anxiety, depression and postpartum depression, things i have and do struggle with already.
my house and children are just going to continue looking worse as this pregnancy continues and i deal with this “condition” and it’s related issues (i.e.—unable-to-move-ness)
but really, don’t cry for me. there is a bright side.
now i have a diagnosed medical condition and so i don’t have to feel guilty about this:
come to me, my little electric savior.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
really, i’m not bitter.
i know the rest of the blogging world has apparently moved on.
freezer paper and an exacto knife are sooo 2010.
if you want to create a personalized shirt anymore—you bust out your cricut or your silhouette or your whatever personal electric cutter and make lines so crisp and letters so straight you could…
well, i don’t know what you could do. but it would be impressive, i’m sure.
not all of us are there though. some of us still kick it old-school.
sharpie, freezer paper and exacto knife baby.
a blank tee is my canvas, and the world is my oyster.
especially when that blank tee was like $1 at walmart (yes, the tag says $3, but i think i paid $1)
when i saw this quote floating around the interwebs, i knew it would be the perfect shirt for little man…
i’d love to stay, but i really mustache! ("must dash", in case you're like googiedaddy. man has no vision sometimes.) ha! hahaha! that makes me laugh. it makes me laugh in a way that makes my whole belly shake and five probably thinks there’s an earthquake or a tsunami or something.
anyway…
i took a piece of freezer paper the size of the area i wanted to cover, folded it find the center, and just free-handed my lettering & mustache.
then i cut it all out and ironed the freezer paper down.
hit it with some black fabric paint…
and the big reveal…(i LOVE the big reveal)
to give it a little more something, i used the red fabric paint pen that i used to make little man’s woody shirt and added a bit of crazy detail…
and there you have it. doesn't get much easier than that. no electronic devices necessary.
(and despite his serious face, he actually quite loved the shirt. i guess maybe the whole "mustache" thing requires a more upscale and staid personality than my typical crazy little man)
(he’s twirling his imaginary mustache, can’t you tell?)
i'm linking this up here today:
http://todayscreativeblog.net/
freezer paper and an exacto knife are sooo 2010.
if you want to create a personalized shirt anymore—you bust out your cricut or your silhouette or your whatever personal electric cutter and make lines so crisp and letters so straight you could…
well, i don’t know what you could do. but it would be impressive, i’m sure.
not all of us are there though. some of us still kick it old-school.
sharpie, freezer paper and exacto knife baby.
a blank tee is my canvas, and the world is my oyster.
especially when that blank tee was like $1 at walmart (yes, the tag says $3, but i think i paid $1)
when i saw this quote floating around the interwebs, i knew it would be the perfect shirt for little man…
i’d love to stay, but i really mustache! ("must dash", in case you're like googiedaddy. man has no vision sometimes.) ha! hahaha! that makes me laugh. it makes me laugh in a way that makes my whole belly shake and five probably thinks there’s an earthquake or a tsunami or something.
anyway…
i took a piece of freezer paper the size of the area i wanted to cover, folded it find the center, and just free-handed my lettering & mustache.
then i cut it all out and ironed the freezer paper down.
hit it with some black fabric paint…
and the big reveal…(i LOVE the big reveal)
to give it a little more something, i used the red fabric paint pen that i used to make little man’s woody shirt and added a bit of crazy detail…
and there you have it. doesn't get much easier than that. no electronic devices necessary.
(and despite his serious face, he actually quite loved the shirt. i guess maybe the whole "mustache" thing requires a more upscale and staid personality than my typical crazy little man)
(he’s twirling his imaginary mustache, can’t you tell?)
i'm linking this up here today:
http://todayscreativeblog.net/
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