Ouch

The pain I have been in over the last couple weeks is comparable to nothing I've ever felt before. If Satan exists, I believe his sole purpose is to create the most unimaginable pain and inflict it on me. Well done, Satan. Bravo.

Something is wrong with my pelvis and it's to the point now where I have a hard time getting out of bed in the morning, standing upright, walking, and overall, maintaining a normal life.

I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.

Yes, actually, I would. Bitch.

That being said, I am off to see a chiropractor on April 9th to see if there is anything I can do or anything he can do. I swear, if I don't get some sort of relief I am going to evict this child from inside my body.

Now, now, now, you pro-life wingnuts, don't take that as me saying I'm going to have an abortion. Obviously not, and no, the baby isn't going anywhere until the 40 week point (assuming all goes well with the pregnancy). I just need to vent and since this is my blog, I will say what I want.

I did go see a massage therapist yesterday (he work Birkenstocks with black socks and jeans...visualize this). That was...painfully awesome?! I don't know. I've only ever had relaxation massages, so it was an experience to say the least. I thought at one point he was just going to push his hand through my rib cage and out my stomach. Something very Alien-esque.

Long story short, it provided minimal relief and I am still a cranky bitch. So surprising, right? (I mean about the part where I am still a cranky bitch...)

I feel that based on the extraordinary pain I am in right now, my child should end up being rich and famous. And take care of me for the rest of my life.

Or at the very least, be able to clean his/her god damn room by the time s/he's one. Is that too much to ask?