Today at the grocery store I started off at normalish pace, and by the time I got to the bread and meat, I was was walking like a tortoise. My lower back sides were killing. I had to ask for grocery carry out assistance, and would have accepted wheelchair assistance out of there. The cashier, who is my new best friend, told me that her 1st was 11 days late, and her 2nd was 11 days early. I had assumed that since Paige was late, the second may be earlier, but still late! So I am clinging onto the hope that this wonderful person has given me.
Last night nothing was going right...uncomfortable, had Braxton Hicks contractions anytime I walked around, and had sciatic nerve pain down my left leg.
It's nice out today and in order to go to the park we're going to have to drive. And then I'm going to sit on the bench. Speaking of nice we're up to mid 20's the next few days! Nice for a few BBQ's.
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I hope your baby comes sooner than later. I know that feeling of being done, done. It's no fun. Let me know if you are driving over to the park; maybe we can meet-up with you.
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