Week 23: You’re such a pain in the… the… round ligaments!

22 weeks, 2 days.

Ok, I admit, that’s a lame title, but that’s how I woke up this morning. I have no idea what I did in my sleep, but clearly I turned too fast or something and was rewarded with the evil warning sign pregnant women get when they cough, sneeze, laugh, stand up too quickly, sit up too quickly, turn over too quickly, watch Gerard Butler films, breathe the wrong way, or fail to use their superpowers to cause the planets to align correctly: round ligament pain.

I swear, I almost launched myself off of the bed it hurt so badly. Christian was in a dead sleep after a long day of travel and didn’t notice my chorus of “Oh my God… Oh my God… Owww Oh God Owww…” (thus getting in my quota of using the Lord’s name in vain early today) before I rolled into a different position to move the weight of the baby elsewhere, but I was almost crying for a few moments there. I’m sort of glad it didn’t wake him up – I probably would have felt a little guilty, with him lying there so cute and snuggly in his sleep.

What’s funny about round ligament pain, though, is that you don’t even realize you have round ligaments before you get pregnant; once you’re pregnant for a little bit though (and I mean a very little bit – I had round ligament pain from very early on), you’ll be sitting on the bus and stand up too fast, or watching Jon Stewart and laugh too hard too quickly, or walking through a field of ragweed and sneeze too hard, and bam, it’s like someone has kicked you near the groin with high-heeled boots.

That’s quite a way to wake up… but I guess the end result is worth it

OB appointment tomorrow to check on the Small Monster’s progress, and 4 months to go for us both!