I was on the ground before I even realized that I had fallen.
Our house is split-level, meaning there are several random small flights of stairs scattered throughout our living space. One such staircase happens to be in front of my bedroom, and after getting Emet and Jade out the door in time for their carpool, I made my way back to bed for a little extra rest when I suddenly spilled onto the floor.
The good news is that I didn’t land on or anywhere near my belly; all pain and injury is located on the outside of my right foot. The bad news? I actually have to see a doctor. I’ve diligently iced, elevated, and arnica’d all day long but my foot is a throbbing, swollen mess.
Luckily, we had a previously scheduled appointment with the midwives for this afternoon, and three things were confirmed. First, I am healthy, though I need to focus on my iron levels. Second, baby sounds and feels good. And most importantly, baby is head down and ready to go! The midwives also gave us our home birth checklist and wow, we are getting close.
Which makes this a particularly annoying time to injure myself in such a debilitating way. Not being able to put weight on my foot is terribly inconvenient, but I couldn’t be getting more love and support from my cute family. My precious ten (and a half!) year old son made dinner for me, a first, and it was delicious. And adorable.
It could have been so much worse, and I know that. But really, Universe? This is not what I meant when I said I needed a break.