-If I had known I was to be doing half-naked pilates at my physical therapy appointment this morning, I might have taken a few extra precautions....like shaving all the way up my thighs instead of stopping at the knees. How was I supposed to know? I even put extra thought into choosing my best sweatpants to wear so I wouldn't have to do lunges in jeans. Ok, obviously this was my first physical therapy appointment. Ever.
>I'm about 8 months pregnant. So it's not too strange (I hope..) that I haven't shaved my legs in two weeks. Maybe three. Who's counting? But by the sweet grace of God I had the urge to do so this morning- and thankfully so. And for the first time in a long time it actually paid off. While singing Deanna Carter's, "Did I shave my legs for this," I can confidently say to myself, "Yes, yes I did."
>Another thing. My underwear. Maybe I'm the only one who fusses over such things, but let me explain. At my very first midwife appointment I wore a dress. I was adamant about wearing that dress (it was finally nice enough to wear a summer dress in the NL) even knowing I would have to pull it up to my chin during my belly exam. It's all good as long as you have the right britches on. See, I couldn't wear granny panties, for obvious reasons- you don't wanna be remembered by your midwife as "the frumpy lady". I couldn't wear a thong and be remembered as "the thong lady." Finding the right pair of panties took me about 20 minutes that morning. Cute boy shorts....full coverage (in the front at least), not frumpy, non-sheer material, double-checked for holes...right on. Had I known the first words out of this lady's mouth this morning would have been, "Ok, go ahead and remove your pants and lay on the table," (but in Dutch, of course) I would've landed right back in the "picky panty party." Once again, big man upstairs had my back(side) and I chose the red polka-dot boy shorts. CUTE! It's the little things, folks... :)
>So she had me lay in all kinds of funky positions while she poked me and asked "Does this hurt?" Well, yeah lady, your bony fingers pushed into my back actually does cause a bit of discomfort now that you mention it. Then she had me, in my cute polka-dotted britches, walk around the room several times so she could watch my feet, legs and hips as I walked. Closest to a catwalk I'll ever come, I guess. Ha!
>So anyway, today was pretty much my assessment day and then I go back in two weeks or so for some of the real stuff. Don't worry, I'm already planning out my underwear situation for that appointment. Oh hey, did I mention this lady is a pelvic specialist? I guess this means mine is still there, otherwise she might have noticed. My pelvis...
......I'm totally sitting here at the dining room table (excuse me, my FABULOUS antique French farm table from the year 1880...yes, that was my moment) bouncing on a stability ball. I've been doing this for almost 2 weeks now. Supposedly a great (one of the best) workouts you can do for your back/stomach muscles. Sit/bounce/wiggle on a stability ball with a straight back for at least 30 minutes. And it's totally helped with the pelvic pain. Like, tremendously!
-I had a tea date today with a nice friend, M, who is also the owner of the B&B down the street where my mom stayed for our wedding. She'll also be staying there when she comes for Junior's birth. I learned that I'm not the only one who has a difficult time telling people how I really feel. What's the deal with that anyway? I find myself having problems with people and instead of getting it out there in the open, I avoid confrontation at all expenses and keep my mouth shut. Then I start to resent those people. That's not fair. To me or them, I guess. So anyway, I know this about myself and it's something I really want to improve on. Just let them heifers have it! Haha, kidding. In all seriousness though- I'm about to be a mom. How can I stand up for my family if I can't even stand up for myself. It's easy to talk smack. Gotta grow some.
>Speaking of crap that really annoys me, I have GOT to delete myself from that retarded Zulily site. Seriously? I don't even remember my log in info and they send me an e-mail everyday! I'm sitting here trying to blog about important stuff and my phone is dinging non-stop. Well, my mother is also stalking me on facebook with Madea videos.
*I want to be just like Madea when I grow up* That fool is straight crazy! And don't nobody, NO. BODY., be messin' with her!
-Somehow the day has slipped away from me between my p.t. appointment, a nap, a tea date and blogging. I have a lunch date tomorrow here at my house, and to put it nicely....well, I just can't. My house is to' up from the flo' up. And I need to bake cookies. Yes, I NEED to. And instead of cleaning and baking and going to the grocery store like I NEED to, I just wanna sit in the floor like a big pregnant hippie and work on my rag rug and miss my husband. Responsibilities......
Those panty holes come outta nowhere sometimes! So, these therapy appts... Is this a Dutch thing?
ReplyDeleteAmanda K
Hahaha "panty holes"
ReplyDeleteNo, I don't think so. Another girl we went to school with had the same problem during her pregnancy and was also referred to a p.t. I've read online that this pelvic problem "PGP" effects something like 1 in every 35 pregnant women. I just keep bouncing on my ball and the pain stays at a minimum. :)