Back, crack, and sack

Now before you think I'm referring to manscaping, you need to get your mind out of the gutter. Good grief! This is a PG blog. You're unbelievable.

I am talking about my recent God-send--my chiropractor. I've never been to one in my life until 2 days ago. I've always been wary of them for a couple of reasons: 1. I was convinced they would slip up and turn me into a parapalegic (I know...silly, but I really did think that would happen) and 2: Once you go one time, you have to go all the time. But I went at the suggestion of my friend as well as the urging of my mid-wife. I guess they can help open up your pelvis and get that area ready for a baby to slide out. AND, I haven't been sleeping and I thought it could help.

Well, he did all of these tests and things on me short of doing an x-ray and discovered that my spine is seriously out of whack. One shoulder is lower than the other and my head is dropped to one side. And so he went to work on me. He's using this gun thing to gently tap my vertebrae back into place. And I've got to say, I slept better on Monday night than I have in 8 weeks! I'm a believer. Yeah, I had to go back today and I have to go back tomorrow (cha-ching) but I think it's going to be worth it in getting Pat out a little easier and getting Pat's mom sleeping again until Pat's arrival. And I realized that the reason you have to keep going is they can't fix you in one appointment. Especially a 7 month pregnant woman.

So, now that I've had my back cracked, I'm going to hit the sack and hopefully get some sleep.

Oh, one last thing that I want written down for the world to see JUST IN CASE I'M RIGHT. For the last week, I've been feeling like I'm dilated. Please don't ask me why I think this--I just do. So at my 30 week appointment with my mid-wife tomorrow, I'm going to see if she'll check. If I'm wrong, all of you people who have been judging me since I told you can say "I told you so" and I'll take it like the humble person I would like to be.

Oh, one more thing. A big shout out to my favourite 8 year old, my nephew Ben, who turned 8 today.

He's in the witness protection program so I can't show you a photo of him without his disguise. Happy Birthday "Ben!!!"