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rj_andersonOver the last couple of days I've discovered something surprising:
Walking helps.
For the last month or so I'd been hesitant about walking for any particular distance, because by the end of the day (well, really by the middle of the day) my feet are all blobby and swollen, and I figured spending more time on them would just make matters worse (not to mention not being the most comfortable prospect anyway). But on Sunday night I decided I needed a sanity break, plus I was thinking that walking is supposed to be good for labour, and so I headed out in the cool of the evening to walk from one end of our street to the other.
By the time I got back I was still feeling pretty good and although my calves ached a bit my feet didn't particularly hurt, so I walked another street as well. On the whole I'd say I was out for at least half an hour -- but when I went to bed that night, I didn't have nearly the same discomfort in my feet as usual. They didn't feel as hot, or as swollen. And I slept better than I had for some time.
Maybe a fluke, I thought, but it doesn't hurt to keep trying, and besides I need the exercise. So I headed out and did the same walking routine last night. And lo and behold, the walking worked its magic again. The walk itself wasn't as comfortable this time -- my feet did hurt a bit and I was glad to finally get home -- but again I didn't have that hot swollen feeling that used to keep me sticking my feet outside the covers, and I only woke twice during the night.
Plus, I had three bona fide contractions, albeit mild ones that went away when I turned over. Warming up for the big event, I guess.
In other news, for those interested in C.S. Lewis generally or Narnia in particular, there's an essay on my LiveJournal about the treatment of Susan in The Last Battle.
Walking helps.
For the last month or so I'd been hesitant about walking for any particular distance, because by the end of the day (well, really by the middle of the day) my feet are all blobby and swollen, and I figured spending more time on them would just make matters worse (not to mention not being the most comfortable prospect anyway). But on Sunday night I decided I needed a sanity break, plus I was thinking that walking is supposed to be good for labour, and so I headed out in the cool of the evening to walk from one end of our street to the other.
By the time I got back I was still feeling pretty good and although my calves ached a bit my feet didn't particularly hurt, so I walked another street as well. On the whole I'd say I was out for at least half an hour -- but when I went to bed that night, I didn't have nearly the same discomfort in my feet as usual. They didn't feel as hot, or as swollen. And I slept better than I had for some time.
Maybe a fluke, I thought, but it doesn't hurt to keep trying, and besides I need the exercise. So I headed out and did the same walking routine last night. And lo and behold, the walking worked its magic again. The walk itself wasn't as comfortable this time -- my feet did hurt a bit and I was glad to finally get home -- but again I didn't have that hot swollen feeling that used to keep me sticking my feet outside the covers, and I only woke twice during the night.
Plus, I had three bona fide contractions, albeit mild ones that went away when I turned over. Warming up for the big event, I guess.
In other news, for those interested in C.S. Lewis generally or Narnia in particular, there's an essay on my LiveJournal about the treatment of Susan in The Last Battle.
