Such a Cliche

I inherited my treadmill from my stepmother-in-law this last summer, and Ben said, "You won't use it. You'll use it to hang clothes from. That's what happens to everyone who buys a treadmill." I swore up and down that wasn't true. After my miscarriage (which happened soon after I inherited said treadmill), when the doc said it was okay, I started jogging on it. I actually jogged every single day for two months! But then I got pregnant again, and voila. Our treadmill is now our clothesline. Some say, "Well, just walk on it - it's easy to take a brisk walk when you're pregnant!" I would ordinarily agree. Except, would you take daily brisk walks if you had any of the following problems?:

1. You have shooting pain going from your hip, down your leg, and then from your hip across your groin. It's so painful that you can't lean over to pick up anything, and if you cough, the shooting pain makes you cry.
2. You barf, on average, twice a day.
3. You feel nauseated all day long. Even though you're six months along.
4. You feel like your legs are being ripped apart, like a turkey that one is stuffing in preparation for Thanksgiving. You can't roll over in bed or get up from a sitting or lying position without tears coming to your eyes.
5. You have heartburn that feels like someone is stabbing you in the chest. All the time.
6. You feel like you haven't slept in 10 years.
7. You have a constant headache. For six months straight.

So, I think it's okay for my treadmill to be on sabbatical for now. Don't you? :) I'll use her again, I promise. Six weeks after that glorious day when Micah is no longer in my body!