Yesterday, a fear of mine came true. I've sprained my right ankle for umpteenth time. The same one I sprained while skateboarding off a launch ramp when I was 15. The same one I broke after spiking a volleyball during PhysEd class. Yeah, the one that I just sprained again while 8 months pregnant and starting to waddle. My ankles already swell, so it was just a matter of watching how big it would get and it was maybe only double the size of my other swollen ankle.
It hurt really bad last night after I'd had it iced and propped up for several hours. I stood up to go the bathroom around midnight and it just burned and hurt so bad I couldn't even touch the skin, let alone put any weight on it. Mike had to help me hop to the bathroom on one foot. That's the only time it's really hurt, oddly enough. Maybe my pain threshold is going up. I sure hope so.
It isn't too bad of a sprain, but just enough to make me limp and I can't stand on that foot. It makes things like getting dressed this morning interesting because I have to sit down to put my pants on, then stand up to pull them up, sit down to put my tummy tube on and then stand back up, sit down to put my slip-on shoes on and then stand back up. That wouldn't be too big of a deal if it weren't already difficult to get my preggie butt up from sitting each time. So, if you see a giant pregnant woman waddling and limping like a one-legged penguin. Don't laugh too hard, that just might be me.
Today I am 34 weeks pregnant. There are 3 weeks till he's considered full term and 6 weeks till the due date. He reacts to his parents' voices, music, and changes positions when I roll over in bed. The oddest thing he's been doing lately is sticking his butt out like a cat if I rub my belly. I think he might be a good candidate for baby massage.
