At my doc appointment last week I was 4 cm and 50% effaced. My doctor commented that she did not understand how I was still walking around and not having a baby. All I know is that you cannot call this walking. The sciatic nerve pain has hit an all-time peak. I contemplated calling an ambulance on Monday because I could not walk. I was home from work because the Nugget was sick and I got hit with some serious pain. It was so bad I could not walk, so I had to crawl to the bedroom and find some Tylenol. I probably looked like a crack head digging around for drugs. And my poor child was following me asking why I was acting like a baby. He's lucky he is was sick, is cute, and I was crippled!
I am back to waddling today, so that is a positive. Hopefully the visit to the doctor tomorrow ends in sending me to the hospital. A girl can dream!
I am happy to report that the last couple of days were not a complete waste- we were able to cross one item off of our agenda- visiting Santa Claus. Christopher was so excited to visit the big guy, but froze when we got within 10 feet of him. Luckily there was no line, so I was able to coax him a bit. The first attempt at sitting on his lap resulted in a cry/run away combo. I'm not ashamed to say I bribed him with a trip to the train store to get him to sit and smile for 1 picture. So here is Santa 2013:
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