Thanks, Shodan. Alas, this is not a Ruffianette…while we could have evened the score, it seems our house will stand with a final score of Males: 3, Females: 1. That’s okay, though. I was never a girly girl, and Son 1.0 is all kinds of fun. (One of the common nosey/personal questions: variations of, “Don’t you want to try again for a girl?”)
Girl From Mars, congratulations! And ooooof, the pelvic pain. That’s a new one for me this pregnancy; last time it was milder, and mostly in the few weeks before delivery (about when he dropped). This time, I started getting sharp pelvic pains at around 28 weeks or so (if not earlier); some days it was so bad I could hardly walk. The other day I apparently irritated it ground working my horse–while I didn’t exert myself much, there was a fair amount of pivoting and quick turns as well as a few jogging steps. An hour later, my pubic bone was throbbing–throbbing!!–in pain, and my inner thighs were just screaming.
I have appreciated every moment of this pregnancy, but have had little opportunity to enjoy it. I am DONE. Two is enough for me; they’re tying my tubes after the C-section.
Oh, and there is expectant mother parking at the local mall, as well as stroller parking–however, the spaces are usually taken. Often, by women who don’t appear pregnant; too frequently, they’re taken by middle aged men. I want to waddle over and pee on their cars, but instead, I just avoid the mall altogether.