In the first year we were married, I was diagnosed with a chronic pain condition. It was a pretty ugly time and I wasn't always very nice to be around. During my pregnancy and since Stinky's birth I hadn't had too many problems to speak of, until this month. It crept up on me and hit me hard.
It's frustrating to deal with now, as a mom- very different from being married with no kiddo. With WBH being home for the summer, it is probably the best possible time for this to happen, but I hate leaving so many things on him. He's already working so hard on the house. I've also been unable to skate, which has really been a drag.
It's hard for me to ask for help. I like to pretend I can handle everything on my own. I don't like feeling useless and I don't like being unreliable, but that's how I feel. I miss having energy. I miss being able to do things without worrying if there will be any physical consequences later on. I don't know why I'm posting this, but I need to get it out there. I guess some prayers would be appreciated. I don't mean to be a downer. I'll post the world's cutest kid picture in the morning, promise.
Oh, and one more thing. A joint symptom with the pain is some bloating. Isn't that an ugly word, bloating? It sounds exactly like what it defines. I'm downing fluids all day long, working on this. Anyway, if you see me in public wearing sweatpants a little too often, please don't judge.
It's that or maternity pants.