Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Smooth move, exlax

Wow. Haven't heard that phrase (smooth move, exlax) in years. But oh, did I have a smooth move. I tried walking out to the car, with only my purse in my hand, and did a header. Or, maybe I should call it a belly-er, since that's what hit first. Five hours in L&D and a day later, and I have a happy still-gestating baby, a road-rash belly, a sore shoulder, and a hurt pride to show for it. Baby is still baking away, none the worse for wear. In fact, baby jalapeno reassured me within minutes of the fall, doing a little jiggle-kick. But wowza, that was scary and painful and not something I want to go through again. 

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":

1 comment:

Jina said...

Yikes! Glad you and Baby Jalapeno are OK. I think you look great!