Woe is me.

I am officially miserable.

I thought things couldn't get much worse after the awful "morning" sickness I had. But now I've reached a new low.

I had a dull ache in my back (especially on the left side, right below my shoulder blade) for the past few weeks. I'd been employing all my standard home remedies, such as yoga, walking, alternating my purse between my left and right shoulders, and even taking a bath.

(As a brief aside, let me just mention how phenomenally disappointing my bath was. After weeks of being unable to bathe in the first trimester, I finally got the okay to bathe as long as the bath water was less than 100 degrees. Well, it turns out that there is absolutely nothing relaxing about sitting in tepid water. Nor does it relieve any back soreness. It was terrible. Bath fail.)

Anyway, so I tried all my home remedies to no avail. Then last night, as I was laying in bed, the back pain got progressively worse...until I was in tears from the spasms by 1am. Every time I moved, it felt like my shoulder blade was on fire. It was (and still is) brutal.

Luckily I have the world's greatest husband who very gently rubbed my back, convinced me to take some tylenol (the only safe pain reliever during pregnancy), helped me take a steaming hot shower, and arranged my pillows so I could sleep relatively upright and immobilized. I've found that the spasms aren't too bad as long as I don't move - including not taking any deep breaths, not using my arms for anything (only my hands. Hence why I am slowly typing this post on my phone), and not coughing or sneezing (easier said than done for someone who is also fighting off a cold. This whole ordeal is definitely adding insult to injury. Or maybe adding injury to illness?).

Mike convinced me to call the nurse line this morning, and she told me to just continue the acetominophen and to alternate ice packs and heating pads.  Luckily my amazing husband came through again and bought me three different types of heating pads the second that Target opened.  He also did all the grocery shopping (his absolutely most hated chore) since it's pretty clear that wouldn't be possible for me to do this weekend, and we have a lot to do to get ready for thanksgiving.

So here I am, sitting propped up in bed, feeling sorry for myself, and trying desperately not to move. I am officially more incapacitated than I was after my laparoscopy this summer. I'm hoping that my tylenol and hot/cold regimen will help me feel better soon.

Thank you for the impromptu pity party.