Ladies, have you ever been kicked in the crotch? Perhaps not IN the vagina, but maybe up front? Fellas, you might think you own the angst that comes with crotch-kicking.. but, you are wrong.
Last night, I hopped out of the shower and started my routine. . wrapped in a large bath sheet (for those uncivilized folk, a bath sheet is a really ginormous towel). I prepared my toothbrush and headed towards the living room to see just what the Hub was watching on TV. I only made it half way there before I doubled over in pain and felt like I was going to die.
LIGHTNING STRIKES.
Sometimes, when the baby re-adjusts himself or stretches in the right way, extreme pressure is exerted upon the pelvic bone. At this time, it feels like a bolt of lightning is striking and finding a lightning rod in the front of your junk.
Picture this: Me, writhing and foaming from the mouth with toothpaste. My Hub turning off everything in the living room - because, like parking, you have to turn down the sound - then racing to the kitchen to procure a large bowl and a bottle of water so that I could rinse my mouth out and not be in danger of inhaling toothpaste foam. Yeah. My house was a circus.
Two minutes later, it passed and I was able to breathe through my face again. While the pain is gone, the memory of it is still sharp. I think I have PTSD. Seriously. I can't even move fluidly because I'm afraid that I will do something to set it off again. Horrible.
On this celebration of 33 weeks, please keep your pregnant friends in your thoughts when you see dark clouds coming! =)
1 comment:
I hate the feeling of gas in my belly (even as we speak) so I don't want to imagine the feeling of a future linebacker doing suicide drills in my stomach. I'm praying for you boo boo
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