Yesterday a bee stung me on my upper thigh. What a perfect place for a pregnant lady to be stung by a bee. The gods are punishing me for breaking wind in my doctors face, I’m sure.
I have no idea how this happened. I was sitting in the car and I put my window down and a few moments later I had mad-hatter the angry bee stinging the life out of his buzzer on my thigh. OUCH!
I was screaming and crying by this point – Aaron started to laugh because of how ironic it was, but soon stopped when the welling sobs of pregnant, emotional wife looked him in the eye and gave him the “You better not breathe” look.
I think we know how transitional labor will be.
It took about 7 minutes for the horrendous pain of the venom and stinger to wear down to bearable. My foot was pretty swollen, more than usual, for the rest of the night. But other than that – it seemed to be going away.
Then I woke up this morning. My thigh is, no kidding, almost double it’s size. The entire inner thigh above my knee is red and bumpy, and very itchy. Really very itchy. Did I mention I itch? alot?
I put on my a pair of my non-elastic maternity pants to wear to work this morning … by lunch time I had to come home and put the elastic pants on I was so uncomfortable. I couldn’t bend, move or walk comfortably without looking like I had just had a knee replacement.
I don’t know how long these things are supposed to last. I’ve only ever been stung by a bee on my finger, non pregnant. I don’t know if that has anything to do with it … lately it has everything to do with whatever it is I’m feeling or doing. Why not a bee sting?
Have you ever been stung? How did it happen and how did you get it go away?
PS – view the photo galleries Aaron made of the AFTER photos of our new house here.