Week 18 - Ouch

Well this has been the week of pain. My sacroiliac joint has been leaving me stuck to say the least. There has been several times this week were I have been stuck on the floor unable to move. The pain sucks! Poor Dave has no idea how to help and I had no idea what would work either. Lucky for me I work for the Physical Therapy part of the hospital and a Co-worker Merrie is a life savor. She has given me exercises adjusted me and most of got me set up with a Sacroiliac Belt. I would not be free to move around without it. I have also started sleeping with two Tempurpedic pillow. Let me paint the picture for you. I lay down on my left side. I pull a pillow up close to me and rest my right knee on the pillow and arm. Dave climbs in to bed and pushes the other massive pillow against my back. So I'm nice and snug. This hold me in a position that doesn't hurt my SI. It's kinda like being stuck on the floor between the wall and the bed. But I can sleep and that's all that matters to Dave and I.

This week Dave and I have been pretty anxious to start the nursery. Only problem is no room to move the office yet and all the other furniture that is in the room. Dave is super worried that we are running out of time and I am wanting to nest.

This was also a week of first. I tried baby food for the first time. I liked the carrots but hated the mixed veggies! No I didn't just go buy some baby food and say I'll give it a try. I helped with the stroke support group at work and the main topic was trying different diets that stroke patients end up having. The baby food was an example of a pureed diet. I think the baby food could have used a little salt and pepper.

I also found myself taking a trip back in time reading letters and looking at my baby pictures wondering what our baby will look like. There were several things that I came across where I would announce that "I am only having a girl when I have a baby!" I laughed hard, way back when I knew I would be having a girl too! I also became a little nevors wondering what kind of mom I would be. It's strange how much you can worry when your expecting! Dave has also had his fair share of worrying. We bought diapers the other day and you could look in his eyes and see the math problems he was working out in his head. This is what I saw in his eyes.... 8 to 12 diapers a day = so many boxes a month = $$$$.