I’ve decided to choreograph a dance piece called Way Too Pregnant Woman Gets Off the Couch. A former dance
r and current fan of So You Think You Can Dance, I’ve decided it is the only performance I could ever do better than Melanie. Next up: Too Pregnant Woman Gets Out of the Bath Tub.
I’ve reached a point of ridiculousness, where everyone I run into seems surprised to see me, AGAIN. The neighborhood coffee girl, my office mates…I’m even kind of surprised that my legs continue to get me around. But they have managed to deliver me to the office and four doctors appointments this week.
And, the news is all encouraging:
- My pain Doc and my OB/GYN actually talked to each other! On the phone! I didn’t know actual communication in the medical field was allowed. This means that my pain management for the C-section and recovery will be planned and in my chart, so as not to surprise anyone on delivery day.
- My Ped is prepping the chart for the baby’s observation, meaning an unsuspecting Doc on rounds won’t throw my kid into child protection for weird blood levels.
- And, the lactation consultant has approved my plan to nurse, based on a recent study published by the Journal of Ob/Gyn that found doses of Vicodin as small as mine to be perfectly safe.
I guess the lesson of the week is that preparation is your chronic pain friend, even if it means lots of time in waiting rooms, with people staring at you – like you might just deliver right there. 18 days left, and yes, I AM going to make it.
