For all the lamenting, belly aching, and general stink I’ve put up about being pregnant on this blog, one would think that a fourth pregnancy would be ripe for the blog topic picking. It ain’t. It’s been a lot of things, but it hasn’t made me want to put my experience down into words until now.
It’s my hump.
This pregnancy finally put a name to my hobbling Quasimodo walk, or as I also called it, my newborn baby deer walk. Turns out I had inflamed sacroiliac joints!
Friends, can I tell you the remedy for this malady? Can you handle it? It is a butt massage. A massage where a strange person is in full view of your large (and I can only assume gelatinous) pregnant butt and also butt accoutrement- like- ya butt crack. I personally try to keep the number of people viewing my buttcrack down to Nick, but at this point in my pregnancy it’s down to –
I feel like I need to clarify because I just threw down that a strange person was massaging my dereraire and that’s hella shady. This “stranger” is of course a licensed physical therapist. And they’re also a miracle worker because with kinesthtic tape and the directions to never pick anything up again including my own children, and to not push a stroller or walk up hills, my hips are feeling great! Of course, I need help picking Owen up from school, grocery shopping, going to any store, and wrestling Henry out of the tub.
This hump situation has led to a great need for humility in asking for help and an extremely greatful heart to those who happily help me every day. I don’t like asking for help.
1 Thessalonians says:
Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
I am thankful when I see God’s provision for me, I am humbled by His providing. I have felt the prayers of my friends and family. I have eaten the meals of many and I have fought the guilt that Satan tempts me to feel when others come alongside me to help. And I even made several jokes about my butt online for my children to discover in 10 years and be immediately struck with mortification when they read them.