They say that pregnancy screws up your sense of balance. Something about all the fluid that surrounds the baby. I suppose that makes sense. Whatever the reason, it is SO TRUE. And I am constantly coming this close to injuring myself because of it.

Thursday night I had a fall. It didn’t result in actual injury per se, but I do have a nasty bruise as a result. On my bum. I was squatting in front of Luke at a t-ball game and I lost my balance. I think the wind knocked me over. Anyway, I fell backwards and a baseball caught my fall. Oh my goodness I was in so much pain. I couldn’t even move to get myself off the stupid ball lodged in my left cheek because I was seething with pain. Mike had to grab my hands and pull me up. Of course I returned the favor by clutching his hands so tight that I’m sure it took a few minutes for the blood to return to his capillaries. The pain eventually subsided but for a day or two I was really wishing we had a padded toilet seat.

To make things worse, that night I helped Mike move a desk out of what will soon be the baby’s room. I should not have, I realize this now, but who was going to help him? Our Buster cat may have thumbs but he’s not terribly strong. Or focused. Plus it had to be done that night because I was having friends over the next day to help me go through all the rest of the crap in the room. They came over and we worked all day and got a ton of work done. With their help, I was able to fill up my trunk with donations and find a place for everything else. But it turned out that working all day was the last straw for my lower back.

After my friends left I started to realize something was very wrong. I was walking around and every third step or so resulted in enormous shooting pains through my lower back and left leg. I could barely walk. I knew I wouldn’t make it through the weekend like that so I called my chiropractor’s office to see if they were able to get me in for a quick adjustment. They were. They even put me on the special hi-low table so I could be on my belly despite the baby bump in front. The doctor looked at my back and confirmed what I already knew: I screwed it up bad. He said my sciatic nerve, SI joint, and sacrum were all screwed up and that’s a bad combination. No wonder all the pain. I don’t know what he did exactly but whatever it was worked. I just thank God they couldn’t hear me from the waiting room cuz dang. I was doing some serious yelping on that table. No matter, I was walking out of that office with a bit of soreness but absolutely no sharp shooting pains. It was a chiropractic miracle.