I’ve been feeling a little out of sorts for the past few days. Basically, my body doesn’t feel like it’s mine anymore. I guess considering I’m 7 1/2 months pregnant and bigger, slower and more achy than I’ve ever been in my entire life, it was bound to happen at some point.
The main culprit is my left hip. It really hurts. Like, a lot. It hurts to walk even a couple of steps. Of course, I still walk. I walked all weekend and I walk all day, but it still hurts.
Also, I don’t sleep very well anymore and I feel guilty for taking a nap during the day when there’s so much to get done, so I end up being groggy by dinner time. On top of that I can’t bend anymore and if I do, my lower back reminds me why I shouldn’t.
Apparently, my solution to fix these aches and pains is to sit down and have a really good cry. While I sat there and sobbed, I lamented in how much I miss my “old” body and endless energy and stamina. Yup. A good old-fashioned pity party.
After I finally stopped going over the list of things I used to be able to do, I realized I was thirsty and didn’t want to get up to get water because my hip hurts, so cried over that, too.
And you know what? I sure feel better now. Though, I wish I had telekinesis and could float that glass of water over without having to get up.