The annoying part is I have been so careful walking up and down the stairs, making sure to hold the hand rail, especially since I haven't seen my feet while standing for weeks. I wasn't trying to text and walk or even talk and walk. I wasn't distracted by anyone, since I was the only one home. I wasn't even chewing gum! I was just walking. Apparently, walking and gestating is too multi-tasking for me, at this point.
But all is well now. Next doc appointment on Friday, just two more glorious days of Procardia.
And I leave you with what is apparently my family's definition of "looking ginormous":