And I'm not talking about Pat either. This week has been full of new feelings - and not the good kind. I was warned that this would start happening sooner or later and that my so far blissful pregnancy filled with not too many complaints (excluding my sometimes normal irrational rantings) would shortly come to an end. I am seriously starting to feel like a geriatric patient who just had hip replacement surgery.
Who ever heard of hip joints that suddenly go out of socket and make it extremely difficult to walk or the pain in my back that won't go away no matter how many times I reposition the damn body pillow that I've now developed a love-hate relationship with. Or the fact that I can no longer shave my legs or other nether regions without becoming breathless just at the shear thought of it.
Really, I shouldn't complain. I should have known this would be coming. But I didn't so now I have many, many more things on my list of complaints that I get to drive Pat absolutely crazy with.
Dr.'s appointment is tomorrow. Stay tuned.
Reading to my Animals
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