I’ve never liked McRibs…

Well add to the amaz­ing, absurd, astound­ing thing that is pregnancy…two cracked ribs.  Yup.  What it took my mom twenty eight years and a fall from a motor­cy­cle to do I did in thirty with a nasty cold.  At least with the motor­cy­cle I would have sounded tough…

Nope, I coughed myself into cracked ribs.  It is pos­si­ble.  I imag­ine myself as a tough cookie but after a week of a nasty cold and some really gut wrench­ing cough­ing fits I woke up Mon­day night and couldn’t move.  Some seri­ous pain was going on.  I’m sure I scared poor Sher­man to death.  He knows I’m not a fan of sick­ness and hos­pi­tals and look­ing like a wuss so when I say I needed to go to urgent care he was up and dressed before I could find a sweatshirt.

It is funny to go into a hos­pi­tal or Dr.‘s office when you are this preg­nant.  Peo­ple hold their breath until you let them know that you aren’t in labor, you just have severe rib pain.  The Dr. I saw was cool, she warned me when she was going to poke, she didn’t fuss too much, she was hon­est.  “Some days you’ll feel fine, oth­ers you’ll feel like you’re gonna die, but they heal up in as lit­tle as a month and as long as three months and I’m happy to refill your cough meds so that you can get some sleep.”  I couldn’t help but laugh, which hurt like hell.  It just seemed such an absurd thing, to break your­self by coughing.

Two extra strength Tylenol every six hours and cough syrup before I go to bed.  Thats how you treat cracked ribs.  You also move pretty slow, don’t lift any­thing, and have your hus­band get your socks for you because bend­ing over that far was kinda tough before but is now down­right painful.

I think Sher­man is actu­ally a lit­tle excited because I am being forced to take it easy.  I’m also drink­ing way more milk. 

Comma will even­tu­ally get to tell the story of how they broke two of my ribs.  They’ll leave out the part where I had been leached of cal­cium by the lit­tle par­a­site and that their growth had already pushed my ribs to the limit and that it was really more them eat­ing my immune sys­tem than their super karate kicks but hey, thats the fun of such sto­ries.  That and if Comma is any­thing like me they’ll like the fact that they sound like a bad ass.   I still tell  peo­ple that I broke my  Mom’s nose…

Today was a good day though, I wince when I cough, and groan  when I laugh, but am very glad that this is my issue and not one that has an impact on Comma.  So I’ll chill, I’ll take it easy, funny how your body will force you into doing what it needs to…regardless of how you feel about it.  I sure as heck don’t want to go through labor with cracked ribs…I’ll let these guys heal.

Oh!  Inter­est­ing note though.  I always thought I had an extra rib and that was con­firmed at the Dr!  Red hair, green eyes, extra rib, I’m totally mak­ing my way toward X-Man every­day!  (sorry…that prob­a­bly doesn’t mat­ter to any­one but me.…)