the doctor was right

So when I queried my doc about the combination of pregnancy and picking up/carrying around a 25 pound toddler, she assured me that I couldn't hurt the baby. She stressed these last two words emphatically. The baby. Her meaning, of course, was that I could hurt myself.

And I have. Ouch. I've re-aggravated an old S-I yoga injury. Now, I'm having trouble walking. This is making it even harder to pick up/carry around a 25 pound toddler. When Erin gets into one of her "melty" stages (as in getting close to meltdown), all she wants is for me to walk her around in circles. Six or seven go-rounds (through the living room, kitchen, breakfast area, den and back to living room) seems to calm her but man, has that gotten hard! Nothing else seems to work - pushing her in the stroller, having David carry her for the circumambulations, or simply sitting in our comfy rocker and rocking our way through the stage.

I should at least get some Tibetan prayer wheels so we can make it worth our slow and painful while.

I'm going to try a chiropractor, which I've never been fully comfortable with. If that doesn't work, the doc has recommended physical therapy. After 12 weeks of therapy with a running injury, I know I don't like that!

We're in the 33rd week. Sometimes April can't come soon enough and sometimes it feels far too close. Sigh.