Sunday, February 19, 2012
I did it again. I am so embarrassed to admit this, but I write this blog so that, a few years from now, I can look back and remember all that was going on in my life. Good stuff. Bad stuff. Embarrassing stuff. All the life stuff. Anyway... I fell again on Friday after work. This time, though, I wasn't rushing for the T. I was JUST WALKING and I rolled my ankle and went down hard. Hands. Knees. Then belly. Yep. I hit my belly. Again. I got up. Some nice man stopped to help. I shooed him off and then immediately started to cry. Not because I was hurt, though. Because I was so mad at myself. I fell again! And, having done this before, I knew the drill. Call MD. Go to hospital. Get admitted to Labor & Delivery. Get monitored. Get blood drawn. Go home.
I was right about all of those things except for one. I had to stay the night in the hospital. You see, when they put me on the monitor, I was having mild contractions. It could have been due to having worked all day and being on my feet and being a touch dehydrated. Or it could have been from the fall. Either way, my OB wasn't sending me home with contractions. So I stayed the night in the hospital.
But all is well. I got discharged after 20 hours. Baby is fine. I am fine. I am still mad at myself, though. Loose pregnancy joints and Danskos and underlying klutzy-ness are not a good combination.
Three (ish) more weeks. We can make it.