I’ve been spending a lot more time than usual in bed recently. As lavish as this sounds, it’s actually because at 24+ weeks pregnant I’ve been having a whole lot of back pain. So much so, that the Chef even felt he had to buy me some ‘cheer the fuck up’ flowers this week.
I had exactly the same problem in my last pregnancy, but not until I was about 8 months gone, so I’m pretty miffed to think that this could go on for another 16 weeks. I start off on a morning with no pain, but given I have a desk job, after 6 hours of sitting I just want to cry. Driving makes it much worse and the only respite I can find is a sort-of laying position, where I’m propped up with an extra duvet. Occasionally this means I sacrifice the feeling in my arms after a while but it is so worth it! I’m also due an antenatal appointment next week, which means I’ll be able to get some advice on how best to deal with the pain.
So, I find myself coming home, sorting the puppies out and then going to lay down for an hour, until I feel okay enough to take our doggo for a walk. I have found that this leaves me feeling incredibly guilty for coming home though, and effectively shutting myself off from everything else, when I should be spending time with Rose & the pup who haven’t seen me all day. This being the case, I’ve tried to bring them into my bedroom a little more, despite them previously being banned, with the bedroom being my only private space.
This has lead to a bit more quality, quiet time for Rose & I and the dog feeling a little more loved too. It’s also resulted in my Insta feed looking somewhat more uniform, with all the floordrobe and mess cropped out and bright backgrounds for pictures, in amongst the obligatory dog walk snaps.