Something happened in the time we were in California. Not sure exactly what, but I definitely came home different than before we left. At the end of June, when we left Colorado, I was quite obviously pregnant. But I still hadn't really taken out any of my maternity clothes. I was intentionally holding off as long as I could because I knew how I would come to loathe those clothes by the end of November. Ironically enough, this is the longest I've ever held out in "normal" clothes.
But we got home at the beginning of July, and all of a sudden, I felt...well, pregnant!!! I felt big. I looked bigger than before I left. Several people made the dreaded comment, "You've popped!" Clothes that I wore right before we left were definitely not going to fit any more. It was time to pack them away. (Which was actually very ironic because I had that very debate with myself before we left. I agonized more about packing for this trip than I ever had. If I packed my regular clothes that I had been wearing, would they still fit me by the time the trip was done? But at the same time, I didn't want to fill a suitcase with maternity clothes that were still much too big and would therefore make me look like a house.)
And my body had taken a beating at camp. Between the long walks all over camp to get from place to place, maybe also my early morning runs didn't help much, and repeatedly clamoring in and out of a monstrous 15 passenger van, not to mention hefting and heaving other small children in and out of the same van, for several days on end, I was feeling older and less limber than ever!
The day after camp, I headed out to my much neglected gardens, and attempted to pull weeds. After just a few short minutes, I found myself "stuck." It didn't matter which direction I moved, it was going to hurt. A lot. And I don't like to talk about any of my physical discomforts very much; it makes me pretty uncomfortable. But I knew I was in trouble.
And, I'm barely past halfway through this pregnancy. With the way I was feeling that afternoon in the middle of my gardens, I was truly baffled at how I was going to make it through the next 4 months. So my super sweet and very concerned husband (who was maybe wondering how he was going to be fed, and who was going to wash his clothes, not to mention take care of his other 3 children) scheduled my first ever appointment with a chiropractor.
Thank goodness. I am not sure that I could have made it through the upcoming months without some adjusting! Less than coincidentally, the chiropractor he chose is a maternity specialist, and supposedly caters to pregnant women. (Although, in thinking about it, in all the time I've spent in his office since my first visit, I haven't yet seen another pregnant woman come in or out!) Anyway, because of that, he offers a flat fee that covers as many adjustments as you want/need during your 3rd trimester. I have a feeling that with the way this pregnancy is going, that will come in handy before long!
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