Except, when I tried to get up, I found that I was having sciatic pain, the likes of which was making so that I could not move. Not at all.
I can't even describe this pain. It was enough to make me burst into near-hysterical tears. I couldn't get up. I couldn't straighten my leg, stand on my leg, drag my leg behind me in a hobble. Nothing. It was awful.
20 minutes of this later, I'm trying to push myself to start walking, thinking it will "de-kink" the nerve or something: No. I try to push my leg back, or straighten my back to improve my posture: No. At this point, I was lucky enough to be near my phone, and my husband called. Well, he called as I was bawling from the pain. I can only imagine the horror scene he thought was happening.
He was able to come home and find me, hunkered over, tears dripping down my face, and unable to get anywhere but where I was at. I felt so awful.
To top it off; we had contractors scheduled to show up at 745 this morning to start installing a basement egress window for us, and make our downstairs bedroom a legal room. This way when our little lady arrives, we're able to escape the house easily in an emergency.
My darling husband massaged my back, and got me a bag of corn to sit on. Somewhere in there, The Bear woke up, and though terrified that I was in so much pain, and crying my eyes out like a big wussy, he helped by hugging me, and petting my face, and telling me everything was going to be ok.
A call to our ask-a-nurse informed us that, as long as baby isn't coming, this isn't life threatening. No injury occurred to provoke this ridiculous, shitty pain. This is just one of those joys of pregnancy. It's the way she's sitting in my body, or how I've expanded as she's grown that's causing this awful, terrible, I-can't-move-it's-so-bad pain.
This kicker is that I felt so awful for needing my husband to come home to take care of me. What a hot, awful, and absurd mess I am.
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