Pregnancy: Not for Wimps

Today in "Good News/Bad News":

Good News: I do not have gestational diabetes! (She typed as she inhaled a home-made Almond Joy)
Bad News: Apparently, the intense, shooting pain in my nether regions is caused by the fact that I managed to "sprain" the cartilage in my pubic bone. Yeah. Midwife prescribed physical therapy, and my chiropractor is going to work on realigning the whole back/pelvic area to try convince my good ole' pubis to play nicely with the rest of my groin.

In the mean time, I waddle around and wince every time I stand up, walk, or shift my weight from one butt cheek to the other while sitting.

Also, I cannot sleep. Like, hardly at all.

Les introduced me to a woman at church (the wife of a guy he's been getting to know) who had her first baby at 37, and then had 3 more. I told Les that that is NOT happening.

Overall, I can't really complain. I have felt pretty well and healthy for the last 2.5 months, if you don't count the sleeplessness. Work is going well enough, baby looks/sounds healthy and normal, and I haven't yet had many of the major pregnancy annoyances that many start to endure in the second trimester. I credit my relatively uneventful 6 months to my dependence on alternative medicine - lots of acupuncture in the first trimester, supplements, and several months now of weekly chiropractic care. The only reason I'm whining now is because I yoinked my groin and can't sleep to save my life. And the weight gain still kind of freaks me out, even though I'm trying really hard not to let it.

Emotionally, I intentionally have not allowed myself to "go there" about some of my mommy issues. I just do not want to. I'm preferring denial for the moment. Les and I went away for the weekend last weekend, and I didn't want to dredge up any sad-sack inclinations, so I have just refused to think about my mom, or much about becoming a mom, or any mom/dad/death/sad/emotional landmines. Eventually I suppose I should sit in all that for a while, I just do not want to.

It's 8:09pm, and I am so tired I would like to try to go to sleep right now. But I know that that will only add to the number of hours I will spend rolling around in insomniac agony, so I'll watch some more Hulu first, and maybe get up the gumption to waddle downstairs and do some laundry. Lightning bolts shooting from my girly bits! Fun times.