Know a really good way for a pregnant woman to get her husband’s attention? Call him and say, “I’m at the hospital.” I did that today, as I was at the hospital pre-registering for labor (dear God, that made it all seem REAL), and needed some information from him to finish filling out the forms. I didn’t leave him hanging long, as I realized the potential connotation of that statement the second it was out of my mouth, so I hurried up and said, “don’t worry, I’m just here filling out paperwork!”
But what I really wanted to talk about today was my first ever visit to a Chiropractor. My back has been killing me lately, and yesterday, I decided it was time to do something about it. One of my friends has a husband that is a Chiropractor, so I called him up out of desperation.
One thing you must know is that I have an extreme aversion to cracking/popping joints. This chiropractor had once told me that he didn’t do the cracking/popping thing, so that’s why I thought he’d be a good one to call.
When you go in to the office, you go up to the adjusting table, which is vertical. You stand on a platform in front of it, and the table gets lowered to horizontal so that you’re face down on the table. I was given an extra cushion to accommodate for The Belly.
He said that one of my legs was one inch longer than the other, and proceeded to use an instrument to tap my pelvis and certain parts of my spine back into place.
It didn’t hurt at all, and in fact, when he was done, I was wondering, “that’s it?”
I feel better so far, but the true test is what happens after I sit in my office chair for another few hours. I’ll keep you posted.
