Pregancy Journal: I Am Falling Apart

My friends, I invite you to celebrate with me.

Today, I put on my socks without moaning.

(Insert wild applause, confetti, lemon bars and random boxes of chocolate here.)

It's a major accomplishment these days, thanks to my newly diagnosed symphysis pubic dysfunction, or as I like to call it "falling-apart disease." I wrote about it at 5 Minutes for Parenting today. In a nutshell, it makes lifting my legs to do complicated tasks like putting on my socks and crossing my ankles feel like I'm trying to dislocate my pelvis.

Pregnancy is not for the faint of heart. Or the weak of abdomen.

I cannot believe I am only 25 weeks. Maybe it's because it's my fourth baby. Maybe it's because I'm 38. Maybe it's because I have a toddler named Teyla. Maybe it's my college Bible professor's favorite multiple choice answer: D) All of the above.

All I know is: This pregnancy is going to be the end of me. Come quickly, oh May, come quickly.