I've never in my life considered going to a chiropractor, but being 33 weeks pregnant and feeling like an arthritic old lady finally drove me to it. My lower back/sacral region has been giving me tons of trouble, and I've been feeling so stiff and achy, and even had some occasional very sharp pains on my left side, and finally decided that I shouldn't have to put up with that, so took the advice of friends and visited a chiropractor nearby who specializes in helping pregnant women.
And she did help. Everything she did felt great, and I feel like my back is not nearly as tight and uncomfortable as it was. I'll go back again next week, and may even go more than once next week, and will go as often as I need to until I deliver. My insurance only covers 12 visits per calendar year, and since the year is almost up, I might as well get my fill!
And I have to admit, one of the greatest parts of the experience was being able to lay flat on my stomach, due to the special pillow she had, that had a big opening for my belly. I love sleeping on my stomach, and that is one of the things I really miss while pregnant, so laying like that, even for a few minutes, was a real treat.
She said walking is good, and I should continue to do that, and she also said the same about yoga, which is good news - the two things that I'm really enjoying right now are two things that will help!
Since Scott is on vacation this week and can watch the boys for me, I'm actually going to be able to take the Wednesday afternoon yoga class, too - I'm not usually able to, due to lack of a babysitter, so I'm really looking forward to getting in an extra class for the week.
It's been a lovely week so far, with Scott on vacation. We're enjoying some extra family time, and also getting some stuff done around the house. We had two big bins of miscellaneous stuff that we weren't using anymore, but hadn't gotten around to donating yet, and we finally got rid of all of that today, which felt great. And of course we're getting ready for hosting Thanksgiving dinner in two days. We'll have 13 people total this year, so it'll be a noisy day, but fun. I will likely spend most of the day tomorrow in the kitchen, on my feet, so the yoga class in the afternoon will be especially welcome!
One of the things we took out today in the process of clearing out/decluttering was a large suitcase, and Dante ended up playing with it for close to an hour. He was putting stuff in it, and taking it out, and talking all about how he was going to work, and then he was going on a trip, and he brought me something called a "hospitality paper" that he said was from Hawaii. Then at one point he brought over a whole box of random stuff that he had stashed in the suitcase, put it on the kitchen table and proclaimed "Money saved!" I have no idea what that meant, but I do know that his imagination is unbelievable.
When the boys came into our room this morning, I was about to tell them to go back to bed and sleep some more, but then Gabe came over to my side of the bed and said "Erin said she's not my friend anymore, and I think I'm going to die!"
Once I heard that, I knew I couldn't just roll over and go back to sleep. We talked about it a little, but while he was acting very dramatic and upset, it wasn't even 2 minutes later that he was asking if he could watch "Penguins of Madagascar," so I don't think anything too terrible happened.
And when I picked him up from school today, he was positively glowing about how he got to go into the 1st grade classroom to watch a movie, where he sat next to the other love of his life (who happens to be a first-grader). So he seems to have bounced back, and I don't think he's going to die of a broken heart.
It's hard, though, hearing your child say something like that. You know they're going to get their feelings hurt at some point, and it's all part of growing up, and there will be far worse incidents than this that he has to deal with - but I think the first one is always the hardest - for the parents just as much as the child.