Monday, October 17, 2016
Far out a lot can happen in a week hey?
I was meant to walk the 10k at Melb Mara over the weekend and spent a lot of last week umming and ahhing about it. For a couple of weeks now I've been having to stop and breathe through some intense Braxton Hicks every time I go for a walk. It's kind of stressful to be honest, they're increasing in pain and reminding me that labour isn't a whole lot of fun. I had a fortnight or so of prodromal labour with both of my younger children before fairly short, intense active labours. I had this crazy idea that having gotten really fit and healthy between my last child and this one that maybe I'd just cruise through the pregnancy and have a 'normal' labour experience. Apparently quantity carries more weight (boom tish) than quality when it comes to growing babies for me though... I can't even think about what that means for afterpains this time around.
The other thing that has really been slowing me down is the onset of symphysis pubis dysfunction. Ugh. For anyone who hasn't experienced this (lucky you!) basically my pelvis is starting to shift and get a bit unstable and wonky. For now it means sharp lightning bolts of pain through my pelvis and hips. I can deal with that, but am not looking forward to the increasing immobility as I get bigger. Yep, been there done that on this one too. Small price, blah blah. I'd just like to be able to keep moving a bit longer but clearly that means cutting down distance dramatically and hoping to manage shorter walks more often for as long as I can.
So anyway, what all this means is that I had to think about what I was hoping to achieve and for who's benefit, and in the end I decided to opt out due to all those physical factors along with the fact that we have lots of other things to juggle going on behind the scenes too. The logistics of our lives are never simple.
TL;DR. Didn't go for a long walk. The end.
Aside from that, I'm now in double digits to EDD which is exciting. I turned 40 on the weekend. And the best guy in the world asked me to marry him - but that's a story for another day.
Labels: family stuff