#sciatica pregnancy

[haledamage]

my mom had a complication postpartum that caused pain and swelling in her left leg. at the time she was told it was "milk leg" and that it was normal and she'd be fine, but it never went away or got better. she finally found a doctor recently who was willing to do some tests and found out it's a condition called "May-Thurner syndrome" and had surgery to fix it

she's been suffering with this since she gave birth to me. I'm 38 years old. she had that surgery last week.

there needs to be more dialogue about the things your body goes through during pregnancy. "that's normal" or "everyone goes through that" need to stop being used to shut down conversations about the horrific, permanent damage that can be done to bodies during pregnancy and childbirth. just because it's "normal" doesn't mean it needs to be endured

the thing is like. i get that it's scary and makes people who do desire to get pregnant uncomfortable when we talk about the brutality and violence of pregnancy and the damage that pregnancy can do to your body

but you deserve to give informed consent to that process.

the lies around pregnancy - that it's inherently safe, that it doesn't do you permanent damage, that it's only extremely rare for people to die of pregnancy complications, etc like

all of these are lies constructed so that more people will get pregnant w/o knowing all that

there needs to be more talk about the impact of miscarriages and how common they are, how different abortion processes are and how accessible they are

but also like. talking about how pregnancy fucks your body up should not be taboo

this is a process that permanently changes most people's bodies, and that's even if the pregnancy doesn't do them like. severe illness or injury

and i just think everybody should have a right to KNOW that

bc to live in a society that intentionally obscures and hides facts about a completely optional and dangerous process does so for a reason, and that reason is based in a very sinister ideology that does not value bodily autonomy or informed consent

[ocoachfitness]

Understanding Sciatica Pain During Pregnancy

Learn about sciatica pain during pregnancy – what causes it, its symptoms, and how to manage it safely. Whether you're a mom-to-be or supporting someone through pregnancy, this guide provides easy-to-understand insights for a more comfortable and informed journey.

To know more about it - Click Here

[centralmauichiropractic]

What is the Chiropractic Method During Pregnancy?

Chiropractic care during pregnancy is a specialized approach aimed at promoting overall well-being for expectant mothers while addressing specific pain-related challenges associated with pregnancy. The method involves gentle and tailored adjustments performed by chiropractors who are trained to work with pregnant women.

[chiropractorcronulla]

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[a-b-riddle]

A Simple (Mis) Understanding Chapter Two: Numbness & Pain

Daisy

I always used to think it was an exaggeration of how pregnancy is a constant state of exhaustion. But it was a lot of work growing a tiny human. Add in the fact that I'm still working 40 + hours a week and, of course, something is always causing some sort of discomfort or pain.

Swollen feet, back pain, nausea; I can't even find any solace in sleep. The 32 week mark felt so close, yet still so far. Another eight or so weeks of this seems like a drop in the bucket compared to how far along I am, but still. That still another two months. So far away when you want to be done, but still too short compared to everything I still have yet to do.

Another two months to set up a crib and wash her new clothes. Another two months to figure out a name and make decisions that I always envisioned making with a partner. Another two months of struggling to do things like picking up shit off the floor or staying on my feet long enough to make a decent meal.

But right now, I wasn't worried about the two months ahead of me and all the things I still have to do. Right now, I was looking forward to a three day undisturbed weekend. The pain in my feet and sciatica was becoming so bad, I had taken Friday off to see a doctor and spend the rest of the weekend doing nothing, but sitting in my modest little house and watching mind rotting television. I might even indulge in some spicy reading. Heaven knows its been too long.

Or at least, it hasn't been since them. That day in the office, but... that really didn't count. I often wrestled with myself about it. That one time erased any feelings I had for any of them. But I felt a bit pathetic how it now tainted every good memory I had with them. Kyle bringing me something to snack on when he realized I hadn't gone to the mess hall. Price always having a cup of earl grey tea cooling for me first thing in the morning. Two packs of zero calorie sweetner and a bit of honey.

Sweet like you.

I couldn't stand the smell of it now. I blamed it on the hormones. A lot of things made me queasy, but something about the smell of the bergamot, made me sick in a completely different way. A feeling not of nausea, but of... fear. Like the same way a pentagram could summon demons, earl grey could summon mine. As if John Price was somehow there any time the scent lingered in the air.

But he wasn't. None of them were. Fuck. Why did my thoughts always go back to them at some point? No. This was going to be a relaxing weekend god dammit. Fuck them.

Almost angrily, I hit the garage key fob, shutting the door and engulfing me into darkness; a thin line of light leaking through the bottom of the garage door. When I had opened my door, I could at least see a path to my mudroom. I grabbed my purse, ready to go in, when I felt it.

Hundreds of needles. Stabbing and digging into my feet. Not just the soles, but the entire fucking foot the moment I bared any weight on them. I pulled off my flats and it was then I noticed how angry they looked. Red and swollen and all but screaming at me to sit my fat ass back down. I wiggled my toes, trying to get some blood flow. Fuck. Why didn't they hurt while I was driving?

I manage to get onto my feet, using the car door as support. Steading myself until I was ready to take the first step. By the time I had managed to all but crawl inside, ten minutes had passed since my initial arrival time. I got off at 5:00, but usually didn't log off until almost 6:00. Granted, I work from home, but I had run out of a few essentials. Essentials now that were in the boot of my car.

Fuck.

10 minutes won't hurt. Not like there is any thing frozen. Speaking of which, I forgot my ice cream... dammit. I really need to start keeping a list on the fridge. It's hard to remember when pregnancy brain (or stomach) takes over and I slam a container in a single sitting.

Grabbing a pillow from the couch, I went to the kitchen. Which considering the town house, or terraced housing I suppose now, was perfect for a single and expecting Omega it was cozy. Not like the base where going from the common area to the chow hall was about a three minute stroll.

I get down and lay on my back. Carefully maneuvering so my ass rests against the cabinets before I hook the back of my heels unto the counter top so I could rest my feet a bit. Not the most sanitary, but it wasn't like I had guests. It was just me. For now.

It took a few moments to adjust. My back ached against the hardwood, but I could already feel the relief from my feet and legs. It wasn't all that shocking that I was having a hard time with them. I had gained a considerable amount of weight during my pregnancy. When I had brought it up to the OBGYN about possibly cutting back on food, her suggestion was to simply not weigh myself at home. Now when I went in for a visit they made me turn around before taking my weight.

It was hard. I've always had a problem with how I looked and now adding pregnancy then taking away the option to diet and exercise didn't exactly help.

I pulled out my phone and was preparing to open my kindle app when I saw a tiny red bar in the top right corner of my phone. Of course. I get nice and settled and my phone is on 2 fucking percent. Whatever. I tell Alexa to set an a timer for fifteen minutes and take a little nap. Maybe meditate.

A knock on the door quickly brings any possibility of relaxation to a pause. Margaret next door was dropping off Winnie off early to go to her book club. Margaret was a widow and a recent empty nester. She had spent her life as a mother and a homemaker. When I got custody of Winnie two months ago, she had quickly stepped up in helping me with everything from child rearing to managing my pregnancy.

"Hello, Maggie!" I greeted from the floor. "Hello, Winnie Darling." Winnie had the same sand colored hair as me and bright green eyes. Her face was a shade of red and I could smell her from the entryway. Someone would need a bath today. Fantastic.

"Oh, Dear!" Maggie fussed, setting Winnie down on her feet before coming over to me. "Are you alright?" Winnie didn't bother stopping to hug me like she normally would before making a beeline toward the potty. She usually was a creature of habit, but nature calls I suppose.

"Feet are a bit swollen." I waved off. "Just resting them a bit."

"I don't have to go tonight." She set her bag down. A deep green corduroy shoulder bag that always had just what you needed in it. A wet wipe, hand sanitizer, a spare tissue and even a stain pen when a spill happened at the most inconvenient time. "I'll stay and-"

"Maggie." I said, trying my best to sound at firm, but it was hard with her. No one told Maggie 'no'. "It's alright. Just a bit of water retention. Nothing to fret over." And it wasn't. I could already feel the pain from earlier subside.

"Really, it's no bother." She argued, bending over to unstrap one of her shoes. "It's a bloody stupid book anyway. I just go for the gossip really."

"Maggie." I tried again. "Really."  "It's getting close to the due date and I don't want to burn out on me just yet." It was a lie. Even with her greying hair, a deepened laugh line, Maggie didn't burn out. She was one of the few Omegas I had met in my life and she could run circles around any of them, myself included.

The sound of flushing sounded from the bathroom followed by the faucet. She huffed before slipping her shoe back on. "If you insist."

"I do." I encouraged. As much as I loved having Maggie's help, I hated feeling like a burden. She had raised her children. It was time for her to do things for herself. "Besides, we'll see you tomorrow after my appointment tomorrow." The bathroom door clicked open, revealing my little Win with the front of her smock covered in water. Fantastic.

"Hi, Mommy." Winnie finally greeted. Her freshly washed hands dripping water droplets onto the hardwood. "What are you doing?"

"My feet hurt so I'm just letting them rest." I explained, looking up at her. Winnie was rambunctious as most four-year-olds without a sense of self preservation are, but when I explained to her how careful she had to be now that I had her sister in my belly, her nature had become more gentle.

It worried me as much as it warmed my heart. 

"Why don't you sit on the couch?" She asked. Her head tilting to the side, face etched as if she were trying to figure out my reasoning.

"Because it helps when you lift your feet up high in the sky, Winnie Pooh." Maggie explained before looking back at me. "Well if you're sure-"

"I am. Go." I urged. "We'll see you tomorrow. Lunch around noon?" Spending time with Maggie didn't make me feel like such a parasite when I knew she enjoyed the company. Her children had all moved away, only one staying in the UK. She wasn't so alone, but neither was I.

"Wouldn't miss it." She gave a soft smile. The laugh lines around her face deepening. "See you tomorrow, Dearies." She said, retreating back outside. The soft sound of the door clicking behind her.

Winnie had laid down beside me. Yep. Definitely going to need a bath tonight. "How was school today?" Winnie went to a pre-school that was luckily covered under my insurance. Perks of being an Omega. I'll take it where and when I can.

She talked about going to the playground and painting. All the usual bits. Who she played with and new things she learned. Then came the question. A question she had asked before in passing. A subject I changed with ease before. 'Have you brushed your teeth? How about another episode of Bluey? Put on your trainers (because we can't just say tennis shoes anymore) and we'll go for a walk to the park. I had skirted around the question with ease. 

"Why don't you have a mate if you have a baby?" Winnie was too young to get the answers to a lot of life's difficult questions. Why did Tiffany not like us? Why didn't she get to see her daddy anymore? Why did that man look at you weird on the train, mommy?  I wish she would just stay this little. That she never needed or want to know the harsh truths about me, us.

"I..." I wracked my brain for an answer and just came up short. I couldn't think of a way to sugarcoat it. We almost had a mate. Mates. We almost had a pack that would have walked you to school on the mornings my feet were too sore or I was already running late. They would have loved you. "It... it's complicated, Darling." Is what I chose instead. The other worrisome fact is that Winnie was too young to understand the concept about mates. I had never broached the subject which only means she probably heard it from some little shithead at school. 

Wonderful.

"I'll explain it when you're older." I promise, closing my eyes and letting her snuggle into the crook of my arm. "Do you wanna rest your eyes with me?"

"Like when I'm five?" She asks putting one of her hands underneath my shirt onto my belly. It had become a thing she had started since I told her about the baby.

"Maybe six." I said, looking down at her. She gave a yawn before closing her eyes.

"I think five is better."

"Okay, Win." I said. "When you're five we'll talk about it." It was a promise I hoped she would forget. But I didn't want to negotiate with a four-year-old about something future me could deal with. I wanted just 15 minutes of this. I order Alexa to set a timer to make sure we haven't dozed too far off. Winnie still needed to shower and eat. I still needed to get the groceries out of the car. But I could spare another 15 minutes.

[feederandfeedee]

Hey I am sorry I know it says no pregnancy topics so feel free to ignore this if you’re uncomfortable with it.

My partner is pretty big right now and we are discussing having kids in the future and she is worried about being too big while pregnant. Did you experience any issues being bigger and pregnant?

Thank you for sharing all of your content I love it 😍

My size was the least of my worries and it should be the least of your partner’s worries too.

Everyone is different and I’m so dead serious when I say this- if you plan on getting pregnant please have a physical and discuss risks and common complications with your dr before-hand or at least early on in your pregnancy. It’s not about size, procreating is an extreme, life altering journey.

That being said I am one of the lucky ones that had exactly 0 issues throughout my pregnancy. No gestational diabetes, no preeclampsia, barely any body pain (sciatica, round ligament pain etc.). These are the things you should be worried about, not how your size will change.

You can be healthy and big and pregnant all at the same time but the HEALTHY and PREGNANT parts should be your focus. Worry about the life inside of you and your health most of all.

[newhopeorangeville]

Pregnancy Massage Therapy in Orangeville: Nurturing Comfort for Expecting Mothers

Pregnancy is a beautiful journey filled with excitement, anticipation, and, at times, physical discomfort. As a woman’s body undergoes significant changes to nurture new life, it’s common to experience tension, aches, and fatigue. One of the most effective ways to alleviate these discomforts is through pregnancy massage therapy. In Orangeville, this specialized therapy provides expecting mothers with the nurturing comfort they need during this transformative time.

Understanding Pregnancy Massage Therapy

Pregnancy massage therapy is designed specifically for the needs of pregnant women. Unlike regular massage, it takes into consideration the physiological and emotional changes that occur during pregnancy. This form of therapy uses gentle techniques to relieve tension and promote relaxation without putting stress on the mother or baby.

Benefits of Pregnancy Massage Therapy

Alleviates Physical Discomfort: As the body adapts to accommodate a growing baby, many women experience back pain, hip discomfort, and leg cramps. Massage therapy can help relieve these symptoms by improving circulation and reducing muscle tension.

Reduces Stress and Anxiety: The emotional journey of pregnancy can be overwhelming. Massage therapy promotes relaxation by lowering cortisol levels and boosting the production of endorphins, helping to ease anxiety and create a sense of calm.

Enhances Sleep Quality: Many pregnant women struggle with sleep disturbances. Massage therapy can improve sleep patterns by relaxing the mind and body, making it easier to find restful slumber.

Improves Circulation: Increased blood volume during pregnancy can lead to swelling in the legs and feet. Massage therapy enhances circulation, which can help reduce swelling and promote overall wellness.

Supports Postural Changes: As the belly grows, the body’s center of gravity shifts, often leading to postural issues. Pregnancy massage therapy can help realign the body and alleviate discomfort caused by poor posture.

What to Expect During a Session

During a pregnancy massage session, therapists use specially designed pillows and cushions to ensure that expecting mothers are comfortable and supported. The therapist will typically start with a thorough assessment, discussing any specific areas of discomfort or concern.

The massage techniques may include gentle kneading, stretching, and light pressure, focusing on the back, shoulders Pain, hips, and legs. It’s essential to communicate with the therapist throughout the session, ensuring that the pressure and techniques used are comfortable and enjoyable.

Finding a Qualified Therapist in Orangeville

When seeking pregnancy massage therapy, it’s crucial to choose a qualified therapist with experience in prenatal massage. Look for licensed massage therapists who have received specialized training in this area. In Orangeville, many wellness centers offer dedicated pregnancy massage services, ensuring that mothers-to-be receive the care and attention they deserve.

Conclusion

Pregnancy massage therapy in Orangeville provides an invaluable resource for expecting mothers seeking comfort and relief from the physical and emotional challenges of pregnancy. With its multitude of benefits, this holistic approach not only nurtures the body but also fosters a sense of well-being during one of life’s most significant transitions. If you’re an expecting mother, consider exploring the soothing world of pregnancy massage therapy—you deserve it!

[alastors-airwaves]

Hey Alastor, I looked up sciatic and read that one way to ease the symptoms is through gentle massage. Maybe see if Husk would like that? I mean, you are 'mates' in a sense so you should probably be trying to help him, right?

I know empathy isn't your strong suit, but just try to imagine if you were the one experiencing the pain he's in right now. Even if you can't empathize, you can show a little consideration.

Alastor quietly approaches Husk, carrying a small bag of supplies. His expression is calm, but there's a hint of concern as he looks over the exhausted, uncomfortable form of his friend. Husk is slumped on the couch, one hand rubbing at his lower back in frustration. His tail twitches irritably as he tries to shift into a better position.

Alastor: *softly* Husker, I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been struggling with some pain.

Husk: *opening his eyes and blinking wearily* Yeah… sciatica’s been killing me. What do you want?

Alastor: *sitting beside him and placing the bag down* I brought a few things to help ease that discomfort. I know how unbearable pregnancy pains can be, especially at this stage.

Husk: *raises an eyebrow* You do, huh?

Alastor: *smirking* I’m 20 weeks along myself, remember? But in your case, I figured a massage might help. I’ve picked up a few tricks to ease tension. Would you let me try?

Husk: *hesitant but curious* ...A massage, huh? I dunno, Al. I ain’t really the touchy-feely type.

Alastor: *gently rolling up his sleeves* Just relax. You’ll thank me later.

Husk huffs but doesn’t protest further as Alastor moves behind him, carefully placing his hands on Husk’s shoulders. Husk tenses for a moment, but as Alastor’s fingers press firmly into the muscles of his back, Husk can’t deny the immediate relief he feels.

Alastor: *kneading the tension out of Husk’s back* You’ve been carrying yourself all wrong, Husker. These muscles are tight as can be. No wonder your sciatica’s acting up.

Husk: *groaning in relief* Ohhh... yeah, that... that feels way better than I expected.

Alastor: *chuckling softly* Told you. Just let me work my magic, and you’ll feel like a new cat.

Husk leans forward slightly, allowing Alastor better access to his lower back. Alastor’s hands move with surprising skill, finding every knot and tight muscle, his touch precise and careful. Husk lets out a long, deep breath as the pain in his lower back begins to fade.

Husk: *muttering* Didn’t think you’d be good at this…

Alastor: *grinning* There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Husker. Just keep breathing and let me take care of you.

As the massage continues, Husk’s tail begins to sway lazily, a clear sign that he’s enjoying the relief. Alastor focuses on Husk’s hips and lower back, gently easing the pressure on the sciatic nerve. The room falls into a comfortable silence, broken only by Husk’s occasional sighs of relief.

Alastor: *after a while* Feeling better?

Husk: *half-asleep, mumbling* Yeah... yeah, I’m good... thanks, Al. You’re a lifesaver.

Alastor: *smiling softly* Anything for my mate

Alastor finishes the massage, giving Husk a pat on the shoulder before sitting back, pleased with his work. Husk leans back against the bed, a far more relaxed and comfortable expression on his face. For the first time in days, he feels like he can finally rest without pain.

[trickstarbrave]

modern au part 3

i know i said they were gonna meet this chapter but. this part got too long and if i kept going the chapter would be like 6k+ words. so. i think this is a good place to call the chapter. they'll meet up in the next one and have a crying reunion

however, let me say nerevar gets some sense talked into him by his mom and agrees to see voryn. the angst is ending. his mom called him out on his spiraling thoughts. everyone say thank you nerevar's mom

also theres some fun pregnancy things like back pain and sciatica. and baby steren is kicking

If Nerevar was honest, the only reason he bothered taking care of himself was because of the baby. He got up, showered, ate, and exercised a little almost solely because of the little bump in his stomach. If it wasn’t for the baby he would have just laid in bed and rotted.

But he reminded himself that he chose the baby, so he had to take care of them. And that meant taking care of himself since they were growing in him.

His mom wasn’t ever the most affectionate woman, and definitely not what you’d call maternal, but she was knowledgeable and took him to all of his appointments. She even made sure he was following nutrition guidelines, got his stupid pre-natal vitamins and took them, and even got him a dumb pregnancy pillow (well, it looked dumb anyways, but it was honestly heavenly to sleep with).

Eventually the rawness of the break up faded. Instead of worrying about Voryn, he was worrying about the kid. The tiny little thing growing in him. Actually being pregnant was quickly a much more pressing issue than the break up between morning sickness, dysphoria, and back pain.

He even found out he was having a boy (or well, possibly a boy unless he came out as a girl later in life) a little while ago, and he was over the moon about it. Nerevar wouldn’t have cared either way about the sex of his baby, but it was nice to just know more about them. To be able to track development, and know they were one step closer to being born. Going to appointments he got to see the little fuzzy blob getting bigger and bigger as his stomach grew, the baby getting more and more… Well, looking more and more like an actual baby. The kicks went from a weird fluttery feeling to his stomach to soft bumps to slightly more painful. 

Nerevar was still stuck on a name, but his mother told him not to worry about it. Nivara said he could pick out all the names he wanted but he would likely change his name the second he saw the little guy, as she couldn’t make up her mind until Nerevar was screaming in the hospital with her boyfriend crying in joy off to the side. 

At the very least, he was hoping his mind would be fully off Voryn once the baby was actually here. When times were peaceful and he wasn’t in agony, either from back pain, kicks, or a shooting pain in his legs, his mind often wandered. This late into pregnancy there were fewer and fewer peaceful moments, but it still happened from time to time. He’ll be on the couch watching tv (just so he didn’t lay in bed all day) and remember Voryn wasn’t there and his entire mood would drop. He’d likely never see Voryn again, and his son would never meet his other dad. He couldn’t share all the stupid little pregnancy milestones or tell Voryn how big the baby was or that their baby could dream by now and wonder what he was dreaming about. 

Just as his thoughts were starting to get to him though, his mom came in, holding an envelope in her hands. 

“... Hey kid,” She began, clearly apprehensive. It was out of character for Nivara, she normally hated delaying things or beating around the bush. “There’s a letter I think you should read.”

“A letter?” He raised an eyebrow, holding out his hand. 

When Nivara handed it off to him, he almost wished she hadn’t. He made it to the name of who sent it and already wanted to fucking burn the damn thing. 

“Nerevar,

If you’re reading this letter, I presume your mother gave it to you. I already wrote a letter to her as well explaining the situation urging her to let you read this. Apologies for involving her in this, but I felt like it might be safer than mailing you directly and having you dispose of it without even giving it a glance. 

I found out what Gilvoth, Vemyn, and Uthol did. Let me tell you outright: what they did was wrong. They not only hurt you and Voryn, they also broke the law and my trust. They had no business getting your medical information and coercing you with that information. 

Simply all I ask is that we speak about this like adults. You never got the chance to talk with Voryn about it properly, nor were we ever able to speak about it either. At least for the sake of closure and coming to an agreement, I want us to speak about everything.

Voryn isn’t in trouble. You are not in trouble. I am not angry with either of you. Voryn will not be disowned or disinherited regardless of your decision. I am not asking you to come back if you don’t want to. You are more than free to refuse being involved with my son or moving back at all. I won’t push you to give up custody. I just want us to speak, say everything we want to say, and hopefully agree on something. 

Signed,

Morvani Dagoth”

Nerevar stared at the letter for some time, dread creeping over him. He reread the letters over and over, almost nauseous. 

Morvani knew. Voryn’s mother knew. She said Voryn wouldn’t be disowner or disinherited, but he didn’t know how much he believed her. It could just be an excuse to confirm if he was actually pregnant or not. That, or she could just want to see him to make sure the baby and Voryn would never have a relationship, throwing a check at him to make him stay away from her son. 

“I think you should speak with them.” Nivara said as Nerevar put the letter down and covered his face. 

“Why?” Nerevar asked, in a tone he couldn’t decipher was annoyed or distressed, even though he was the one speaking. 

“Because I think she’s telling the truth.” Nivara continued. “She seems to want to sort this all out, and at the very least give you both closure.” Nivara was tense, staring at the tv but not really watching it. “And you’ve been miserable this entire time.”

“Mom, I’m pregnant, of course I’m miserable.” He could be in college right now, laughing and joking and getting ready for winter break, but instead he was on his mom’s couch seven months pregnant, feeling like shit from a combination of pain and dysphoria. 

“It’s more than that and you know it.” Nivara shot him a glare. “You cry about everything and you rarely ever cry. You would lay in bed all day if it wasn’t for the baby. Your eyes are dead. You’re miserable.” 

“I’m pretty sure most of that is because I’m pregnant.” Sure, he felt hollow and wanted to lay in bed all day because of the breakup, but most of the other stuff was just the pregnancy. 

“You miss Voryn.” She sighed. “You don’t have to lie or say it’s for the best to stay away from him anymore.” She urged him again. “His mother already knows. I at least want you to just go speak with them to tell them you’re through with him and get everything off your chest.” 

Nerevar could see her point. The issue was Nerevar didn’t know if he was strong enough to face Voryn right now. Not any time soon at all, actually. He was terrified he would break down and fall right into Voryn’s arms, apologizing for hurting him with that text and just vanishing on him, especially since it seemed like it didn’t fucking matter considering his mother found out anyways. 

And even if he went back with Voryn, what good would it do anyways? All he’d be doing is delaying the inevitable and letting his son get attached to Voryn. They would play together, spend time together as a family, bond, and eventually Voryn would grow distant and leave the two of them behind. He would have to explain to his son that his other dad just didn’t love them anymore and didn’t want to be a part of their lives. That would be even more cruel, right? Looking into his little baby’s eyes and telling him they weren’t wanted or loved anymore or having to lie to him and tell him his other father just was going through something and still loved them when the child could see otherwise…

Ah shit, Nerevar was crying again. Like, really crying, tears pouring out of his eyes at the heartbreak. In his stomach, seeming to protest it, the baby kicked hard and Nerevar hissed in pain as he wiped his face. 

“Neht,” Nivara wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “It’ll be alright.” 

“No it won’t.” Nerevar groaned, still unable to look at her. “I can’t face him right now, I’ll just want to go back with him.” 

“Then go back with him.” She said, as though it was simple. 

“I can’t.” Nerevar stressed. “I can’t just go back with him, not when he might leave me--”

“Why are you so worried about something that might not even happen?” Nivara asked him incredulously, almost like Nerevar was stupid for even suggesting it. 

“Because it’s going to happen!” Nerevar snapped. “He’s young and stupid now, but he’s going to grow out of me. He’s going to realize he wants someone of the same social standing as him, someone he isn’t fucking embarassed to be around, someone his whole family actually wants around, and he’s going to leave me behind!” He hadn’t ever actually told anyone his fears for the future, but he couldn’t stop the words tumbling out of his mouth. “And the last thing I want is to let my son get attached to him, only for Voryn to change his mind and leave the both of us behind, having to explain to the kid why his other dad doesn’t fucking love us anymore and why he’s unwanted. I can’t put him through that, I can’t let him be hurt like that…”

He was sobbing almost uncontrollably now, between groans of pain as another sharp pain shot down from his hips to his legs. 

Nivara continued to rub his shoulder, before sighing after a few minutes.

“Nerevar,” She began, “You’re being a fucking idiot.”

“Mom!” Nerevar hissed. 

“You’ve gotten yourself so worried over something that may not happen.” She continued. “Sure, he might do it because rich people suck, but you never know what people might do. He might never leave you. He might chase you down no matter how many times you push him away.” Nerevar couldn’t see that happening if he was honest. Sure, maybe at first, but why would Voryn chase after him. 

“Did he ever seem like the type to change his mind like that? Is he uncommitted?” Nivara asked, her tone showing that she demanded an answer. 

After a few moments, Nerevar hiccuped, still hiding his face. “No…” He mumbled. If anything Voryn was overcommitted to most things, even to his detriment. He didn’t seem to know when to quit or obsessed over things. “But why would he stay with me?” 

“Maybe because he’s a bigger idiot than you are.” Nivara answered. “Look, do you love him?”

“... Yes.” Nerevar answered. 

“Do you want to be with him, if you knew he wasn’t going to leave you?”

“Yes.” Nerevar answered again.

“Has he ever done anything to break your trust?”

“No.” The kicking was calming down, as were his sobs.

“Then why not give him a chance.” Nivara urged him again. “At least hear him out. And if you go back with him and he pulls that shit to you and my grandson there isn’t a single person on this planet that can stop me from kicking his ass.” Nerevar snorted at that, before eventually he erupted into laughter, his body shaking from the force of it. In response the baby kicked again, making Nerevar wince and stop. 

“Be careful. Little guy is sensitive.” 

“I think I woke him up from a nap with my crying. Now he’s pissed at me.” Nerevar groaned, rubbing his stomach almost apologetically.

“Relax a little bit and calm down.” Nivara patted his back. “I’ll call Voryn’s mom and set up a meeting. Probably at the house, or at the very least somewhere private. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah.” Nerevar was still nervous about the whole thing, but he felt a bit more reassured. It didn’t seem impossible anymore, at least. And if he got nervous he’d just hide in his room until his mom forced them to leave. And in his mom’s house he didn’t have to worry about causing a scene if he broke down crying. “Here would probably be good.”

[lipslikethegardensofbabylon]

this pregnancy is just so exhausting rn... insomnia, restless leg syndrome and charley horses at night, sciatica, lower back pain and like actual back spasms during the day, i have to wear like arch support slippers bc of the weight gain and my feet hurting, cramps and/or braxton hicks happening all day today, feeling tired like all the time bc at night i can't sleep, no appetite bc nothing sounds good. send me vibes if you can bc I'm just so tired on so many levels

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[surrogate-fawn]

My bf is really tall, and was a chunky baby and i hope that when i get pregnant i start to show early, but i know I'll regret that as kiddo gets bigger. Ironically I hate attention and would dread going out in public with a huge bump, I just want to be pregnant and happy in my own home. Is there anything you're not looking forward to about pregnancy?

OMG Buck is 6'1 -- I just KNOW his baby is going to be big. I just hope not too big. I wanna get 'em out the less painful way (NOT a C-section -- I don't care what people say, C-sections are a major surgery that require a lot more healing).

The one part of typical pregnancy I dread is morning sickness. I don't enjoy nausea or throwing up in any way whatsoever. I'd gladly take every other physical discomfort if it meant I never had morning sickness. Stuff like swollen feet don't sound fun, either -- but I'm much more used to body pain than nausea. I have sciatica that is no doubt going to be awful while pregnant, but I'll take that over nausea. And sciatica has kept me bed-ridden before.

A 30-year-old co-worker at my old job was talking about how she had to work up until a week before she gave birth and she mentioned one thing that sounds really bad about late, late pregnancy: pressure on the vagina so bad it leaves your labia bruised. That doesn't sound fun, either.

[whentherewerebicycles]

I need to remember some people have sciatica or that pelvic separation thing and can barely walk during pregnancy 😭 like at least I’m mobile still I’m just in so much pain. I think I could manage the pain alone but I feel like the lack of sleep is gonna be what kills me 😭😭😭

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