Runners on Your Mark

My most painful joints:

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right wrist
right ankle
hips
right shoulder
right knee
(I am so right bodied)

I went to the movies yesterday (District 9, I really liked it incidentally) and it was agony. AGONY! I think it ruined me for the rest of the day. Standing up wasn't any better, we hung around the AT&T store for around 45 minutes waiting to get helped and I thought I might start screaming. Lying down is pretty okay, but I feel like Jabba the Hut.

Rex says to go get a massage. So I'm going to go ahead and do that.

Here's the thing that really sucks. Two weeks ago, maybe, it wasn't that bad, there were little twinges. Then blamo! I went to bed Tuesday night and all my parts stopped working. Thursday was the hardest pregnancy work out I have ever done. You know what it was? Body rows, one legged squats, Jane Fonda's, and deadlifts. I did not think I was going to be able to finish. I thought that maybe I should just lay down and die.

Then my trainer said, "I had a feeling it might happen like this," and I was all like, "waaaah?". Because I didn't have that feeling at all! I thought I was freaking invincible! I thought that I was so totally and completely bad-ass that not even the Melon inside me could slow me down.

I was very very wrong. I am slowing down. Like a turtle. Or maybe more accurately the dumb-ass hare that thought she could beat the turtle with her speedy quickness.

I wish that I had a hot sheet to wrap myself in very tightly. To make everything warm and cozy also to push it back together. Go back together joints! Please, I liked you better that way, you were not so angry and mean.

My advice? Find a way to skip this stage of pregnancy, because honestly it's been a cake walk for me until now. I barely remember how miserable I was the first trimester, and the second one was freaking golden. This however is hell. Absolute hell. The Hellish Hell of Hades.

With fire.