Little junior is officially a half way cooked bun in my oven. All my pants involve elastic waistbands. All my "real" clothes are retired the back of the closet with the secret prayer I will one day fit into them again. Oh to be pregnant. Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled to be adding a new baby to the house. I just wish those stories about the stork were true.
It doesn't help that this pregnancy isn't exactly following the textbook. After seeing about a zillion doctors, the official diagnosis for my pain is "sorry, come see us after you deliver." Or as my OB/GYN said last week, "this sucks." It turns out (at least the MRI indicates that it turns out) that I have adhesions (scar tissue) in my abdomen and pelvis from the two surgeries last year. You remember the song about the "foot bone's connected to the ankle bone..." I guess that's how my organs all look right now - kind of tethered together. While adhesions can be a royal pain at any time, my problem lies in that I have this one organ that is growing just a bit these days. My uterus is tethered to half of my insides and as it grows it is pulling everything else along with it. In return, my body is just down right angry about it. My uterus is definitely winning the tug of war as shown by my growing waste line, but the other organs are putting up a decent fight. As a result, my belly is totally crooked. It is tethered more on the left side than the right and makes for quite the funny sight. Let's just say, my belly won't be one chosen for the cover of any pregnancy magazines.
It is most important that I point out that THANKFULLY my adhesion it is not threatening to me or the baby. That is something for which I count in my blessings everyday. However, it is horribly unfun (to us a Sarah word). I am single handedly keeping the makers of Tylenol and Darvocet in business. Them and my local acupuncture clinic (of which I am a total convert). I am also a now a active participant in the sport of couch potato. On a good note, I am fully caught up on the past 5 years of TV. I'm even enjoying the rerun lineup on TBS. I am watching Sex in the City (about a decade after everyone else) and enjoying watching the Brady Brunch with Sarah (yes, it is still just as bad as ever).
As of this week, I have five months down and four months to go. I am hoping that the pain stabilizes and maybe improves in the coming weeks. But mostly, I am keeping my eye on the prize - a due date of October 6th. And now I will sign off, there is a chick flic coming on A&E I just have to watch.
That is life in the stroller lane. Lots of love.