This morning I tripped over my big fat cat. (As opposed to my tiny svelte one)
When I feed them or open the closet that has their treats, I am always very careful. That is not how this happened.
I went to a corner in my room to take something off of my night stand. In the meantime, Loki decided to take a nap right in my return path. I turned around, took two steps, and promptly tripped over him.
I fell pretty hard.
So, I got on the internet and researched. The answer? “Try not to fall when pregnant.”
Thanks. That helps.
So, I called the Women’s Clinic and the nurse or receptionist responds, “Oh, Dear.”
Now I feel like crying.
So, off to the Women’s Clinic where I sit and wait. The doctor was really nice though. He told me that if I was not cramping I was probably fine. Still, he did an ultrasound and checked for the heartbeat.
Baby waved and wiggled.
So, just a little rugburn and soreness, all else is well.
I forgot to add that last night I had a dream that I was horseback riding but I was scared because I was afraid to fall and hurt the baby. Before anyone gets any funny ideas, I actually do love to horseback ride. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.