This week, my body has made this very, very clear.
Here’s me, on the couch ASLEEP when Joe Flood was here visiting:
Also, my back, wrists and knees ache. I’m sure the back and wrist issues are due to my improper form while lifting, cradling and loving on Suzianne. I’m trying to do better. And wondering if I need to invest in wrist braces…
But my knees? Both hurt so badly–and in the exact same place– that I can’t hardly walk. It’s not from running because I was running two weeks before this issue came to be. I assumed for several days that it was due to the way I was sitting during tummy time.
Thanks to Dave, we’ve now cornered the culprit: The Rocking Chair of Doom.
For months, I’ve loved this chair so much that it now bears an imprint of my tush. It’s a petite chair, and am a petite gal, so we make a great pair. For months, I always sat in it with my feet up on the ottoman.
Last week, when we moved the chair into the teeny, tiny nursery, I didn’t put the ottoman in there. Apparently, all that rocking Suzianne in my petite chair with no ottoman is tearing up my knees. Dave’s theory is that the chair is too low to the ground.
Regardless, my body is really screaming at me this week. So I’m taking a break from my running routine to let it heal (sigh) and popping Motrin.
And the ottoman is now in the nursery.
Suzianne’s advice for mommies-to-be: take some yoga classes, ladies. You will soon be using and straining muscles you forgot you had!