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    Butt Woes

    Posted by Heatherdawn on Thursday, January 14, 2010 @ 03:31 AM  

    I took my first pregnancy (from either one) spill yesterday. I took Diego out for a potty break and slipped on the slope down to the trees where we take him, which still has some snow and ice on it. I landed squarely on my butt. I sat for a few minutes, trying to gauge any pains, but the only ones I found were coming from the rear. There hasn't been any bleeding, cramping, nausea, etc. and baby is still as active as ever, so we're good to go. I'm going to be extra diligent with assessing any twinges for another couple of days though. Meanwhile, I have thoroughly bruised my tailbone which, if you've ever done it, you realize is quite painful, especially when you have a desk job and a 2-hour commute every day.

    The good news is that the pain from the bruised tailbone has caused me to shift the way I'm walking and standing enough to relieve some of the pain that I've been dealing with for the past two months with the pelvic girdle pain.

    There's something to be said about cultures where extended families live together, with the younger females (who can physically take bearing and delivering children) having the kids, and the older females (who have the experience and patience) raising the kids.

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    Reply by Dave on January 14, 2010 @ 01:01 PM

    I guess in that culture, kids would clearly be for the grandparents benefit. Another choice would be to simply forego having kids and do the planet a favor.

    Dave


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    Reply by Grateful on January 18, 2010 @ 07:52 AM

    I fell once when I was almost full term with Zachary...was cleaning a house, and slipped on the same linoleum that I had been scrubbing for years without a single slip. Landed hard enough to knock the air out of me, and I did the same thing. I did not really move for almost ten minutes, assessing damages, and trying to breathe. Our bodies are tough, and everything about our build is there to protect the tummy babies. I also got my center of gravity off one time, while squatting in someones tub, while I was cleaning it. I could not get out. I actually came close to an anxiety attack, as I became more and more certain that I was going to be in that tub when the homeowner returned home that evening.



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