This week the caravan has really taken shape- the kitchen and living area units have been finished, this week we were treated to a new oven, but all the other implements are passed down. Everything works fine, we’ve just got a slight wiring issue at the moment, nothing that a few hundred multisockets can’t sort out. I scoured Gumtree for kitchen bits and pieces which resulted in a full crockery set for free and hunted through charity shops for some mismatched picture frames to make a feature wall. (Still growing!)
In the bedroom, I again washed everything white, the very 70’s bedhead shelving is actually a really useful storage area as once the double bed’s in, there’s hardly any space. I trimmed the edges with duck egg, and painted up a feature wall turquoise. We’ve got lots of mismatched bedding between us and this gorgeous dreamcatcher I found in Bali for £2.50! Simple bedroom, but with not a lot of space, all the colours and pillows etc make it cosy. Just waiting on some fairy lights to arrive and we’ll be set in there. We’ve had to chuck alot of surplus clothes to the charity shops- I have one skinny wardrobe and Rob gets this chest of drawers which I painted up as a bit of an experiment for Spud’s room!
Outside, Rob’s built a temporary roof between the caravan and the ‘Goat House’ which is what the old cattle shed next to us is known as. It’s a low, concrete building which did at one point many moons ago shelter cows for milking, but when we moved in, was full the the rafters of scrap, junk, cobwebs and dust. There had been, at some point, a flushing toilet installed in there, and with time, we thought we could convert it into a utility/storage room for a washing machine, fridge freezer, surfboards, etc. But that was going to be a big job. Rob got cracking with it, knocking a (foot-thick) wall down to create a doorway opening up to the caravan, and started to clear the endless stuff out.
Meralgia paresthetica is a fancy name for numbness, tingling, or burning pain felt on the outer side of the thigh. It starts at the hip and travels down to just above the knee. In the morning it feels like ants running up and down a patch of sunburn. By the evening, chopping onions or making tea standing up in the kitchen, it feels like the devil is scraping his red hot poker down your leg. It occurs as a result of nerve compression, due to trauma, weight gain or, all together now, PREGNANCY!
The physio gave me some yoga stretches disguised by physioish names and suggested a maternity belt to take the growing weight off my nerves. “But not yet, wait til you get bigger and it gets worse.” There’s not much to be done, and the cure is baby popping out. Not that it’s really worth complaining about- in terms of general health it’s nothing. Not affecting baby, and only affecting me in superficial terms, but it can often go under the radar as Pelvic Girdle Pain, that generic spectrum of “All Back and Hip Pain In Pregnancy.”
The main thing he tried to make me understand was that there’s no use comparing this body to your pre-pregnancy one, Your capabilities are different, your whole hormonal and physiological make up is changing. Go easy on this body, give it a break, put down the paintbrush. Amen to that.