My body decided to prepare for labor very, very early by slowly and painfully helping my hips spread apart. The first onset of hip pain was months ago and it’s gotten to the point where I don’t remember what it is like to sleep without it anymore. I still adore my body pillow, but the hip pain persists.
And earlier this week, my sciatic nerve decided to join the party. By the end of the week, I was walking with a limp and asking my husband to carry me up the stairs, which he totally refused to do. Something about his back and blah blah blah. Anyways, things have been very achey around these parts. Since Tylenol helps just about as much as swallowing 2 Skittles every 2 hours, I decided to try another option: a prenatal massage.
Going in, I had no idea what to expect.
I have had several massages in the past, mostly just as a luxury, never to really treat a problem or pain, so this time was a little different. And I was actually kind of nervous. I mean, I’m never a huge fan of being naked in front of strangers, but the last time I had a massage I was in really good shape and not like I wanted to go an exhibitionist or anything, but I felt comfortable with my body. These days it’s not that I dislike the way I look, but I feel really private about it. I don’t show strangers my bare belly, I definitely always wear a bra, so the naked part was a little daunting.
When I arrived the masseuse explained that most of the massage would be done with me laying on my side, but that we could adjust my position whenever I got uncomfortable. That was music to my ears. She gave me a pillow to rest my top leg on and I got all tucked in under the blankets.
When she came back in she asked how far along I was, and when I replied 7 months, she immediately said, “so your hips hurt?” I loved her from that moment on. Except that she immediately started working on my hips and I very nearly cried. You know that expression hurts so good? This did not hurt so good. It just really, really hurt. When she finally finished with the hips they felt much, much better, but there were points where I was practicing my labor breathing and doing anything but relaxing.
She moved on to my low back, shoulders, neck and legs. Aside from the thighs, everything felt pretty amazing. I may or may not have offered to have her baby next.
The next day things were not quite as jolly. Instead of feeling all wonderfully relaxed I felt a little like someone had hit me in the back and butt with a baseball bat. I was reassured that this was normal and would fade, and it did, thankfully. To my delight the hip pain has been better since I bared it all for the massage, but I can already feel the ache growing again.
I guess this just means I’m going to have to go back again soon. I know, my life is hard.