The waddle

I must have the most pathetic pregnant waddle in the history of pregnant women.  We were at Kmart last night letting Alex pick out a cheap toy car as a reward for being a good boy while getting his hair cut (even though we went to the expensive children's hair salon where he got to sit in an airplane chair, watch the movie Cars, play with a bucket of toys, got a balloon, a sucker AND a bag of stretchy rubber snakes, we still felt the need to reward his good behavior.  Gotta reinforce these things you know!) and I had to pee, as usual.  I left the boys in the toy section and on my long waddle to the restroom three different women said something about it.  The first lady I waddled by simply said she hoped I was due soon, the second woman patted me on the shoulder and said she remembered being hugely pregnant with her kids and good luck, and the third woman actually walked with me the rest of the way to the restroom because she said I looked like I was in terrible pain and she wanted to make sure I got there ok.

I am in much more pain while walking (or really any time I have to move my legs) this pregnancy than I was with Alex.  This is due to my having developed Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction (SPD) this time around, which is just a fancy way of saying that the ligaments holding my pelvic bones together has loosened up so much as to cause the bones to move which in turn causes pain.  Loosening of the pelvic ligaments is normal during pregnancy, but I guess too much movement is the problem.  Apparently this is more common in second or later pregnancies.  Luckily, it should go away after I have the baby.  Until then I suppose I have no choice but to shuffle around like an elderly woman.  I'm considering getting a walker with yellow tennis balls on the feet, just to make sure I look as pathetic as possible.