So, I haven't even turned 29 yet (tune in for that next week), but I am falling apart at the seams. Baby E the Moose has made my back so sore that a massage is necessary in the near future. She's also keeping me from sleeping... that's not really her fault though. Teething has her crying in her sleep.
The worst, though, is my knee. Without warning, it got sore shortly after our trip to Denver. It's been a week and it hasn't gotten any better so I headed over to the GP yesterday. I had hoped he'd say that I just strained something one of the 150 times a day I bend or twist to save E from a head bump and to let it have another few days off and start exercise class again.... Not the case. He had serious doctor face on the entire time and thinks I've got a Baker's cyst in there. Eeeeeeww. What IS that? I have an appointment today for an ultrasound on my knee. Then, next Monday, an apoontment with the orthopedist. Only athletes and old people go to the orthopedist, and I am CERTAINTLY NOT the former. I just hope there's a way to get it better fast, and without needing to rest it too much. When you're chasing around an 8-month-old, who crawls like the wind, pulls up like a champ, falls constantly, and has a frightening affection for anything that could hurt her.... keeping off a leg just isn't an option.
In the meantime, I'm headed for my first Weight Watchers meeting this morning. I was making progress when I was working out 3 times a week, but I might be off this knee for weeks, and therefore need to be a LOT more conscious of what I'm eating. Here's hoping it works.
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