Y'see, I kind of knew about this, but I'd kind of forgotten.
Whilst getting dressed on Sunday I decided to look at the back of my right leg and try and see why it had been hurting a bit.
And discovered an absolutely *horrible* nest of raised and bumpy blue veins that I really can barely bring myself to state are.... (you have no idea of the repulsion in my face as I type this) Varicose Veins.
Ugh.
Looking like something as bad as that you would see on an old lady grumping down the street. Rarely have I seen anything so gross. It's actually genuinely upsetting. I don't want to go through ONE pregnancy and come out of the other end having aged 50 years.
Fuck all in the Queen Charlotte book about it (grrreat, maybe it's a bit too offputting to actually advertise. The miracle of childbirth! Oh, and by the way? Your body will start to fall apart and resemble your grandmother's! ) so I looked it up on the other oracle, "Babyworld". So. this makes a lot of sense. I put on a *huge* amount of weight very quickly from about week 9 or 10. God knows why exactly, since I have if anything been eating less, or at the very least it's just "as healthy as normal" with no fried food or excessive lard eating (given that I don't eat sweets generally anyway, and I'm a bloody vegetarian).
But, I suddenly bulked out. And I nearly always cross my legs. I am obviously being punished.
I had those anti-DVT socks from the plane flight to SF so whacked them on yesterday (hmmm... very attractive) and sat with my feet up on the small sofa arm reading, before nipping out with Stef to see The Matrix, coming back and putting two bricks under the bottom of the bed with the help of Mackay!
That was a lot higher that 15cms. and the bed creaked. A lot. And I found that my feet felt somewhat cold, whilst my shoulders were beginning to get a little bit cramped. 1am after 2 hours of trying to sleep, I drag Mackay away from online Backgammon to pull at least 1 of the bricks away from under the legs of the bed.
Better.
Still didn't sleep much though. Could not get up this morning in the vain hope of trying to get more relaxation time even though I wasn't actually sleeping. I didn't eat much yesterday, that might have been why I didn't sleep well, although I didn't feel hungry as such.
Today I must go to Boots the Chemist and purchase about ten pairs of those DVT socks. Although perhaps I really should go the whole hog and get support tights. Oh GOD! I can't bear tights. Strapping yourself up in somethign that makes you look like a cooked sausage and gives your crotch trenchfoot NO THANKS.
Other action: Start walking more. If possible, walk from Blackfriars to work and vice versa instead of Farringdon every day. Also, walk back from Balham up Bedford Hill unless in the dark. That and, now I feel a lot less sick, try and work out this pregnancy yoga or pilates deal in a central London gym to help strengthen my back up. It's not as if it's directly related to the various veins buttttt I'm sure my general current lack of fitness hasn't exactly helped matters along.
Posted by cait at June 2, 2003 11:20 AM | TrackBack