I went for a walk the other day with Justin. Well, we pretty much walked around the corner to a restaurant. As I walked in, I was applauded by the bartender. I don’t know if it was because I was the hugest pregnant person he had ever seen, or if he could tell I had just accomplished the huge task of walking around the corner with a sciatic nerve problem. Either way, it felt good.
Tonight Justin and I needed to check our email, so we walked around the corner again (really only about four blocks) to go to a little cafe right by the restaurant we had been the other day. The walk there was fine. It took us about 15 minutes to walk there. I am sloooooooow these days. As I was getting up to leave, I realized the pain had just tripled what it had been. I had thought that impossible since I was already saying the pain was an 8 (from 1 being nothing to 10 being horrid). As I walked home with tears in my eyes, Justin felt so helpless. He kept wanting to run to the hospital to get a wheelchair for me or flag down a car to give us a ride home (four blocks away)! Poor guy didn’t know what to do with himself. So I did make it home. I took the elevator up our one flight of stairs and have tried to just sit ever since being back home. Sitting is hard to do when you have to use the bathroom literally every ten minutes!
So no baby yet (obviously). We have a doctor appointment tomorrow morning and I am hoping they will somehow agree we should hurry things along. Even better, I am hoping that the baby will decide to come on her own! I am an American after all and she (the baby) should respect that and come when her due date is here. Maybe she is trying to be culturally sensitive and come at her French due date (tomorrow). I guess I can respect that.
I need to use the bathroom AGAIN and since it takes me ten minutes just to get there from the other room, I need to get a head start!