If i thought Wednesday was bad...

it had nothing on the joys that Thursday brought with it.

I decided to take Rachel to the moms and tots play group at a church in St Albans that Aunty Grace had told me about. In true UK style the church of course has no parking on site and suggests that you park in a parking garage in town and walk. So i use the trusty SatNav that Gav bought me to get to said parking lot, as i pull into the parking lot i wonder if i am in the right place as the road is not the same as the one suggested on the church website so i reverse, first lesson in reversing 101 LOOK behind you, needless to say this thought did not enter my pregnant porridge brain so I reversed straight into a van trying to come into the parking lot behind me!

I only cracked his licence plate and slightly scratched my bumper ( I am sure Gavin will tell me it is actually MAJOR damage but for the moment with everything else I am just ignoring it) Van driver takes pity on pregnant slightly hysterical SA woman and says 'Not to worry Luv'.

So we park and get our raincoats on as it has been raining all week, but it was only supposed to be a 200m walk. We set off and land up on the main high street and I have no idea where to go so I think of well i will just use the Sat Nav that is in my bag - note to self 'SatNav great for car, rubbish for walking' so we go round and round in circles as this thing tries to tell us where to go but the arrow keeps spinning and I get totally confused. I think we were just moving too slow for it to know what was happening. We are now drenched, Rachel insisted on wearing her open Teva sandals with socks ( eye roll) so her feet are drenched, she has water running off her nose as it drips from her Dora the explorer raincoat, her trousers below the raincoat are soaked and I am similarly wet. She is singing the whole way about going to play group.

Eventually when i find us back at the car park over an hour later i tell her we have to give up because i have no idea where to go. Shame she was a little disappointed but took it well saying we will have to ask Daddy ( the fixer and remedier of everything in Rachel's eye) So we head into the car park down a rather steep slope and I slip and do the semi splits. OUCH, my already very sore pelvic bones feel like they are being torn apart and I want to cry. I hobble to the car, try hard not to sob and drive us home.

At home walking is next to impossible, i get Rachel down for a nap, try to sleep myself but am in too much pain. Try to walk down stairs and find that the pain is significantly exacerbated and burst into tears, at this point i have no idea how I am going to cope looking after Rachel for the next 6 days until Gavin gets home when i can literally not walk.

Prayer -'Okay pain I can handle pain but I HAVE to be able to walk and move for the next few days, please help'

By Friday morning the pain is better and only slightly worse than it has been for weeks anyway. So that means worse on movement or anything that involved taking weight off one foot ( dressing, climbing into bath, climbing stairs, rolling over in bed and to a degree walking) but it is not total agony.