Pregnant Chic

Because the zombie-ness, the whaleness and the constant waterworks in the grocery store (why so emotionally triggering, produce section?) weren't enough of an embarrassment, I now must be afflicted with an something called "Pelvic girdle pain."  It couldn't be called something a little more palatable?  Something clinical like "dislocatopia" or something more romantic like "Esmerelda's Hunch" perhaps?

Nevermind the fact that it is constant and increasing pain if I am either sitting, standing, walking or lying down.  Nevermind that I am supposed to refrain from pushing, pulling, or lifting.  Nevermind that by the end of the day I have to use my arms to work my legs.  The most insulting part of this sadly unsympathetic and shamefully named affliction (besides the fact that it hit me so early in the process and will stay with me the rest of the way) is that one of the only recommended treatments for this particular ailment is:

I wonder if it comes with the unitard? I should be so lucky.