Okay, I didn’t pray exactly.  That would be silly since I just don’t believe in any of that nonsense.

However, I did hope.  Real, real hard.

But I guess it was inevitable. The Sciatic is back.  What’s that you ask?  If you either weren’t around, or weren’t paying attention during the last pregnancy, this is one of those fun debilitatingly painful pregnancy ailments that caused me some pretty intense grief last time ’round.

Baby sits on the Sciatic nerve, thereby causing intense, shooting pains all the way down one side of your body.  It starts at the hip, and feels like someone is literally jabbing a knife into your buttocks, then ripping it down your leg at a high rate of speed. 

I started to feel the little twinges of it a couple weeks ago, and in the past two days, it has come to full fruition.  It hurts when I sit, when I stand, when I walk, when I lay down, and God-Forbid I make any sudden movements. Even a small sneeze rips through my leg like I’m being punished.

So, back to the acupuncturist I go.  Unfortunately, it will be awhile before I can give Mei-Ling my patronage.  We’re living on the Post-Holiday-Hand-To-Mouth budget right now, and an extra $60 is absolutely nowhere in sight.

Well, that’s really all my fault for taking the family on vacation on our CitiCard last summer.  I guess I should have known that vacation would, well… quite literally, come back to bite me in the ass.