Aches and Pains

All was going along just swimmingly....I was doing prenatal yoga, and deep water aerobics. I was walking the dogs, and feeling pretty energetic in my 24 week of pregnancy. And then, on a hike on Sunday, I slipped on a rock, fell forward and twisted (to avoid falling on my belly).  The baby is fine. Still kicking away in there.

But my ankle is broken. At the lateral malleolus of the distal fibula.  I'm an invalid, in pain, and not having much fun. If this is supposed to be a lesson in how to be patient, and how to slow down once the baby comes, it's a good one.  And one I'm not feeling very receptive to at the moment.

The crutches make me nervous. I don't want to fall again, particularly being pregnant and because I only have one good leg to stand on.

Unbelievable. Can I have a do-over please?

Back to freaking out

Today I went to a breastfeeding class. Yes, me, at a breastfeeding class. Never believing I would actually BE a Mom, this is truly freaking me out.  I found myself overwhelmed all over again.  The nurse kept talking about how it shouldn't hurt to breastfeed (it's all about proper latching behavior and proper positioning) but the stories of what could happen and what might hurt....ouch. And then there's the dreaded pump. Really?  Sounds like most mothers have them and use them, particularly if they want to keep breast feeding while they are working. But really?! Do I have to?  And the last thing that freaked me out is the upcoming tiredness and lack of sleep when feeding a newborn every 2-3 hrs for the first several weeks. My husband is helpful, but really....How is the housework ever going to get done?  How will our two energetic dogs get enoug exercise?  And all this in the middle of winter.  Will I ever get out of the house? I'm worried I'll be so concerned about "leaking" in public etc etc that I won't want to venture out til this child is weaned! Wow. So much to think about and anticipate.

It's all a part of Life

At 22 weeks, I'm feeling like pregnancy is a way of Life. No longer does it feel odd to have a belly in front of me, feel kicks inside me, or wear pants that don't fit. I'm actually less stunned at my changing body right now. Of course, this could all change in a day, so stay tuned.  Making peace with my rapidly changing body has been one of the hardest parts of this pregnancy so far. I hadn't realized how much my identity and my body image were linked. Still, as I say, I'm slowly adjusting to this new body and acknowledging that two of us are growing and changing rapidly.

In other news, my husband and I have tackled two baby superstores now -- just to look. We were too overwhelmed to even contemplate buying anything.  Even going into the store is a big step for us -- and particularly for father-to-be. It means he is acknowledging this change in status too.  So I was happy that he agreed to go and BE overwhelmed with me.  Now we'll need to weed through all the commercialism to figure out what we really need, and try not to go overboard. yipes.