Woke up this morning feeling like Devin was pressing hard on my left ovary. I can’t say that’s what was happening, but that’s what it felt like. Peeing didn’t relieve the pressure, and bending over made it worse. I got myself a bowl of cereal sat down at my desk in the hopes it would go away soon.

Unfortunately over the next half hour it progressed from left belly pressure to pain in my left pelvis and hip. PAIN. So much I could barely walk. I thought for a little bit it was one of my infamous stomach aches starting up. But it didn’t go that way… it went down my left pelvis. I tried walking (hobbling) around to loosen whatever it was up. I tried going potty, hoping that would help. I sat in my chair and shifted around. Nothing helped. I was really worried I’d end up having to call/go into the hospital, as sure as I was it wasn’t any kind of labor pains or anything wrong with the baby (he was moving around still), there’s still that fear. So I was walking around going, “Please, no, I don’t want to go to the hospital!” I decided if the pain didn’t go away during the day that I’d call.

I ended up crawling into bed whimpering. Den woke up and asked me if I was okay, I just said, “No.” I explained to him what I was feeling and he said it sounds like my sciatic nerve. (After reading up on it, it sure sounds like it to me.) I layed on my side (my right side) and he massaged my left side and hip and yeah… I could definitely feel spots where he’d press and it would send shooting pain down my left leg. It was a constant dull ache, with frequent, random stabbing pains in my hip and side. NOT fun. At all.

So I ended up laying there in bed for over an hour, surrounded and propped up by about 14 pillows (okay that’s a slight exaggeration, it’s more like 4). I found a position that was least painful, on my side, and just didn’t move. I wasn’t tired (as if I could sleep anyways), so I just chatted away to Den about everything under the sun. He was a very good listener, I must say.

I still have a bit of an ache/pressure against what feels like my ovary, though. I have no idea if that’s even related though. It could be just a coincidence.

It did get me thinking that I should probably start training my supervisor on how to do the things that I do at work… I took them over a year ago and it’s changed a lot since she did them. We were planning to have me transition things over to her starting mid-February, but then today I was thinking what if I did end up in the hospital, even for a couple of days? No one would know what to do. That’d be bad.