Mmm, I understand that I'm beginning to sound a bit like a very dull, very grumpy old pregnant woman. If this isn't aching, then that is, and if the iron levels aren't rising, then I've got my acid there. You know, you've read, I'm a bit of a bundle of complaints right now. As a disclaimer, I'd like to say, that I am fully aware that my pregnancy has actually be pretty easy and I haven't - and hopefully won't have to - endure any of the scary, traumatic complications that many other women suffer from. For this I am extremely thankful.
But the newest niggle, if you care (I'm sure you don't, but it feels cathartic writing it down) is flared ribs syndrome. What a funny name, you may think. Well, it may very well have an amusing moniker, but the pain, the stretching, the dull aching tenderness around my ribs is a right bummer.
If I lean forward for too long it starts, and obviously, as with everything else muscle related, sitting at my desk only exacerbates the problem, so during the week it's much worse than when I'm wandering around on a Saturday or Sunday.
Apparently, this is perfectly normal, and the FRS generally arises around this time in pregnancy. My uterus is pushing upwards into my diaphram and at the same time, my liagments are softening ready for birth, which means my ribs are opening up and basically everything inside is being blended in some kind of human compression machine. The baby is having a lovely time in its new extended home. It kicks and plays all day long, which I love. At least one of us is happy with the renovations going on.
So I forgot to congratulate myself on reaching 30 weeks! Go me and the Pullen Bear. I'm actually now nearly 31 weeks, which means the clock is ticking. I can also see the light at the end of the work tunnel. 5 weeks today and I'm outta here folks. I'll be sad to leave my little fashion desk. Although I'm sure some lazy days in front of Mad Men repeats will help soothe my transition into maternity leave.
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