Seriously?

Okay, I thought before writing the last post, that I was desperately in need of, not only knocking on wood, but perhaps stomping all the way across the hardwood floors of my house.  I knew if I didn't admit soon that pregnancy had its uncomfortable moments, I was going to have a terrible birthing experience.  So I did it.  I posted a blog about all the not so fun moments.  Shew!  I was saved.

Or so I thought.

Last night... well, it is more accurate to say this morning... around 2:00 am, I woke up screaming.  The bottom half of my left leg was burning in pain.  As I grabbed it, groaning, Jesse wakes up and asks in a panic, "What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong?"  The poor guy probably thought I was in labor.  He finally paused long enough for me to answer him that my leg was cramping.  I continued grasping and groaning and he, the standup guy, tried his best to comfort me.  Eventually, the pain subsided and Jesse fell back to sleep.  About an hour later, I joined him. 

When I woke up, my leg was still sore.  All day today, I've had to limp around...which looks strangely like a waddle.  My students had their fair share of giggles at my expense.

Oh, and that muscle I told you about?  The one I sprained from slipping in the shower?  Yeah... it started back up again.  Lovely.

Perhaps I should go back to highlighting pregnancy.   The pregnancy gods seem to like that better. :)