Fern gets the boot.
Well, dear readers… this earth mama is in the final stretch. Eight days to go until my due date. Of course, any intuitive mama knows that baby comes when baby comes.
It helps to have a timeframe to focus on, even though I am not a time-conscious person. Especially these days. Nighttime is when I toss and turn and walk around and eat, daytime is when i sleep, eat, and cry. Sometimes it’s the other way around. I forget which day it is. Dishes pile up, and dogs and rarely get fed before noon. Teeth go unbrushed for hours some mornings, and as I type this, i am still in my nightgown (perhaps the only comfortable clothing I have left), and I’m trying to remember if I showered 2 days ago or 3.
To add to my frustration, I have managed to injure my left ankle. I saw an orthopedist yesterday who thinks it could be a stress fracture. It seems that between the added weight, and a pregnant woman’s bone density, I could have a few hairline fractures in my precious and longsuffering foot. This not only causes me to walk with a limp, but is now causing stress on my right leg. And as you can imagine, my poor back is crying out for relief from both the baby and the awkward postures.
So the doc prescribed me one of those funny boots. Which takes a lot of pressure off of the foot, but causes me even more back pain. After the baby comes, and my lady parts have begun to resume their natural shape, I will go in for an X-ray. Ugh. I figure at this point, my back is more important than my foot for labor, though I had planned to move about as much as possible. I’m applying ice packs regularly, which temporarily relieve some of the inflammation, and trying to still do some yoga to keep my spine strong and balanced.
Come around and visit me if you can. You will find me sitting in my glider, reading and crying.