Somewhere in the third semester of carrying Tornado S, I felt a horrible pain around my uterus. Not a cramping pain, not a labor pain, just a pulled muscle pain. And it hurt! But there was no blood. I figured I might as well wait until my next appointment so I could show my doctor where the pain was.
Doctor: Fae, how we doing today?
Me: All right. But I think my uterus is detaching.
Me: Yeah, I have pain here and here.
Doctor: (chuckles) Well, your uterus doesn’t detach. You’ve just pulled the ligaments.
Me: (mumbling) It feels like it has. (louder) What can I do?
Doctor: You’ll have to get one of those pregnancy belts. Any other questions?
Doctor: Well, let’s hear the little guy’s heartbeat, shall we?
So I started wearing one of those belts, and guess what. Babies do not like those things. They kick and punch at them all the time. All. The. Time.
With this pregnancy, the pulling started a month ago. I started wearing the belt. The little dude kicks at it. All. The. Time. While it took eight months of pregnancy to become stiff in my inner thighs at night, I’m already feeling that bliss. The pain crawls up both inner sides to meet in a happy reunion just above my crotch. Which makes it hard to jump out of bed when Tornado E started having nightmares every night for the last four nights. Yup. Someone remind me this in the third guy no longer wants to cuddle, and I start dreaming of holding another sweet smelling baby.