This pregnancy has been really hard on me. My grandmother - who had 4 children - said her 3rd pregnancy was her hardest as well. Maybe that 3rd baby just really breaks your body in?
My hips and pelvis are killing me. A grocery or Walmart trip ends with me wincing and completely ready to go home and sit down. I toughed it out yesterday to help Daddy work on the chicken run and oh was I regretting it last night. Daddy tried to let me sleep in but I was in so much pain laying in bed I got up anyway. My doctor is referring me to physical therapy so I can get a support belt fitted and I can't wait. But unfortunately I won't be going for nearly 2 weeks. I can brave it out, right?
I just keep thinking about that sweet little baby moving, pushing and wiggling inside of me. She will be totally worth it. I will already do anything for her. And I can always put the Jewish mama guilt on her later in life, right? Of course right! ;)