Good news: All of my insides look great! I'm probably not going to die after all.
It's not a gallbladder issue and that means I can eat whatever I want. I celebrated by taking Faith for donuts after the appointment.
Bad news: The doctor and nurse practitioner both think it's a displaced rib, but can't rule out a cracked rib based on my pain level and limited range of comfortable motion in my right arm. Plus, the pain is constant, with spikes brought on by movements, so that's another check mark in the "rib injury" box.
The bad part of all of this is that the doctor can't do anything to help end the pain (but I did get a painkiller refill!). If the rib is displaced versus cracked, then it can be put back in place, but they can't do it until I've given birth because it would just pop back out. If it's cracked, then time is the only cure. I may get some relief when the baby drops, but that is probably 7-8 weeks away.
There is some concern about the pain when it comes to pushing during labor (I can't even imagine assuming that hunched over position right now), but I told them that I'll cross that bridge when I get there. An epidural won't numb my rib area, but maybe it will take the edge off the pain. I'm just hoping I don't actually break anything in labor this time (like I did with my tailbone with Faith).
I think at this point I'm officially the Anti-Baby Fever Fairy of the blog world. Once the little yet-named fetus makes her grand entrance, I'm sure I'll forget about all of this. That's a lie, but it's a comforting lie. See, parenting is magical:
My new favorite phrase is "displaced rib" because it makes me think of my rib as some displaced person (polite term for refugee). It's like one of my ribs is a Palestinian forced to live in a camp in Lebanon. No wonder my rib is so angry. It would probably throw rocks if it could.
As far as running and other activities like lifting, the doctor said to let my pain threshold be my guide. If it hurts too much, stop doing it, and if I feel like it's making me worse, stop doing it. I might have to force my husband to come grocery shopping with me for a few weeks because that is by far the most painful activity at this point. He is already doing all the toddler lifting when he's home, so that helps a lot.
I ran 4ish miles today and it wasn't painless, but it was bearable. The nurse suggested compression on my rib area and I tried it, but I mostly felt like I couldn't breathe so I ditched it halfway through. I'm also going to try to reduce my daily distance and see if that helps with the pain.
I'm 30 weeks pregnant today, so I thought it would be nice to include a picture that wasn't one I took in the bathroom mirror. I think my husband has lost his picture taking privileges.
This is all he was doing at first:
|He's focused on the important things|
Then when I realized that he was laughing too much, he snapped this one:
|This is my "You're not zooming in my boobs again, are you?" face|
I know you're wondering why I don't blog my hair styling tips, but I don't want to give away my patented "Sit out in the yard with wet hair and let the frizz go nuts" methods.
I'm actually really thankful to finally know what is wrong with me, even if the treatment plan involves a lot of waiting in pain. I'm also really, really glad I don't have to live on a gall badder friendly low-fat diet. No matter how bad things are, at least this way I can still have bacon and ice cream.
If you had to go low-fat, what would you miss the most: sweet or savory stuff? I would have said sweet, but once I actually did for a week, I realized it was actually savory.