Walking up the stairs, as I carry the umpteenth load of laundry up to my bedroom. As I toss and turn at night, trying to find a comfortable position. When I attempt to lift myself out of our old sofa, I think of him.
I often wonder if he has time for me, a just a few minutes to squeeze me into his busy day.
This man I dream about, he’s not my husband. And no, I’m not having a torrid affair with another man. My marriage is strong, it’s my back that is weak. You see, I fantasize about going to the chiropractor for an adjustment.
From week 15 and beyond, I walk around feeling like my back and neck resemble an open brace symbol more than an actual human spine.
Towards the end of my pregnancy (37 weeks), I start treating myself to a Chiropractic visit once a week. I realize how pathetic it sounds calling the chiropractor a “treat”, as if I’m headed out for a mani or pedi or something.
You see, our insurance doesn’t cover this type of service, and at $65 a pop, it gets spendy fast. But when I do go in for an adjustment, I really walk out feeling like a brand new woman. The spinal pressure has been relieved, the headaches are lifted, and my mood is changed for the better.
I married an engineer, and I love him to the moon and back. But I must be honest, his back rubs are a joke, compared to the the other man I find myself dreaming about.
Do you visit a chiropractor throughout your pregnancy?