You know what sucks? Coccyx pain. Not one of the standard pregnancy complications, but certainly the one that’s causing me the most grief. It doesn’t seem to matter whether I sit, stand, lie, walk or roll about on that damn yoga ball, it still hurts. I’ve taken to sitting on a cushion on my desk at work and sitting on a hot water bottle. In August. Pregnancy makes you a lot of things. Cool is definitely not one of them.
I’ve not taken any pain killers though. I haven’t since I got pregnant. Every time I’ve gone to take them, a little voice says ‘but is the pain really that bad?’ and I get put off. I’m not really sure why, there’s nothing to say that pain killers are going to harm the baby, but there’s definitely a mental barrier there. Subconsciously, maybe I’m approaching pain relief in the same way my body approaches alcohol. Pre-pregnancy, I could sup beer with the best of them, and whilst I didn’t have a mega-high tolerance to the hard stuff, I wasn’t a shandy-pants either. These days, I take a sip of my husbands beer and I come over all tipsy. Maybe if I abstain from pain relief, those 2 paracetamol I take in early labour will be all I need for pain relief? Probably wishful thinking.
Also this week, we dished the dirt and told friends and family who didn’t yet know about the apple-sized offspring making a home in my belly. We were greeted with lots of “squees” and some lovely well wishes, not to mention a doppler, a travel cot, some topshop maternity jeans, a library’s worth of books and a couple of lovely maternity shirts. Could get used to this!