Slow Down

I know exactly how it happened. And were it not for my current condition, it wouldn't have been a big deal. My Dansko-clad left foot somehow landed crooked on the pavement and my ankle turned. I could see my bags dropping to the ground in slow motion in front of me. My right elbow hit first and then my right hip. Hard. By the grace of God I managed to avoid the all-important mid-section. But there I sat. On my ass in the parking garage. I imagine watching a hugely (and I do mean hugely) pregnant girl try to right herself into a standing position is a bit like watching a turtle try to flip back over when it finds itself upside down.

The whole 2 seconds it took to go from walking to....that....seemed more like an eternity. "This is not happening....This is NOT happening!....Oh. Crap. That. Just. Happened."

Fortunately, for my pride's sake, no one saw. (I have since been reminded that we have cameras in the parking garage. Awesome.) The day started out SO well! I was late because I had just had the wonderful privilege of attending my little boy's first ever awards ceremony. And for some unknown and most likely illogical reason, I felt the need to hurry once I got to work. So I walked fast....and tripped over nothing....on flat pavement.

I gathered my things as quickly as I could...leaving the crucial coinage (quarters, dimes, nickles) that spilled from my open purse on the ground. Completely embarrassed even though no one was watching, I continued on to my office....and started panicking. I tried calling my doctor's office and could not get a live body on the phone. After a few very impatient minutes I just decided to head over there. I started trying to call on the way and on the second try I got exactly who I needed to talk to. Joy, the head nurse. She loves me. :) She told me to come on in and they would check on baby.

I got to see everyone I needed to see to give me peace and let me know all was okay. My favorite nurse. The nurse practioner/midwife. My beloved doctor. I got to have a full extra visit. And when my doctor asked me what happened, I told her that I fell because I was walking too fast. She said "Stop that." ....Sometimes I just need to be told.

I love hearing the sound of my baby's heartbeat, but yesterday it was especially sweet. She was fine. Actually, I think my fall woke her up. She was a good girl and continued to let me know throughout the day that she was still there and still wiggly.

My arm, hip, back, and neck hate me today. And rightfully so. But I ditched my Danskos in favor of bright green Chucks this morning. And I made it into the building just fine....nice and slow. :)