About a year ago I was in physical therapy for a herniated disk in my back. I went to physical therapy several times a week for about two months and it seemed to be getting better, so I quit and just continued to do the exercises at home. All was well until the last few weeks, my back has begun to hurt more and more. Whether it's due to the growing belly, the growing Alex (who insists on being carried all the damn time) or a combination of both, who knows. What I do know is, it is bound to get worse as the pregnancy progresses and then I'll have two kids to carry around all the time.
Despite my aching back, I decided it would be a great idea to take Alex out sledding with some friends today. I didn't think I could possibly hurt myself. I mean, sliding down a hill on a piece of plastic doesn't seem to be all that risky, and I'd just take it easy climbing back up. What I didn't count on was a gigantic hill with many, MANY bumps in it and a child who, after having the bejeezus scared out of him from speeding down the hill with his screaming mother, outright REFUSED to climb up the hill by himself, requiring me to actually carry him and the sled up the hill that, now that I was at the bottom, looked to be a 90 degree incline straight up for a mile or two. And I did this THREE TIMES before our little group (that included a four year old, 2- two and a half year olds, 2- one year olds and 4- thirty-something moms) realized that there were much smaller hills better suited for both our toddlers and our now aching leg muscles. By the time we were done sledding, I was hobbling around like a 90 year old crone and needed help lifting Alex into his car seat.
Stupid is as stupid does, and in my case, stupid is a five month's pregnant, already overweight and out of shape woman with a bad back carrying a two and a half year old wearing fifty pounds of snow gear up and down a freaking mountain. I deserve no sympathy for the pain I'm enduring right now. I did it to myself.
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