My friend Sciatica came back. Uninvited, of course. He’s a pain in the ass. Quite literally. I am going to see an osteopath/acupuncturist next week and hope for the best. Until then, Big M has sole responsibility for emptying out the dishwasher, loading the washing machine, tying my shoe laces and everything else that involves bending over. Can’t say I like being pregnant that much at the moment.