The fall

Why, oh why, do I always want to blog about the bad things when they happen?  Is it because if I don't laugh, I'll cry?  Is it because I'm sure some of you can relate?  Is it because it's really funny when not so good things happen in my life?  Is it because when I tell people the story, usually someone will say, "You need to blog that!"

Who knows. 

But here I am again already with a whiney, pregnant Heidi story. 

Friday night I had a regional Primary training.  I'm not going to lie - I was not looking forward to it.  I had been away from my family every night in the week so far, and I just wanted to be home.

But I went. 

I sat for over 2 hours and listened to Sister Esplin on the General Primary Presidency and was spiritually uplifted and fed.  It was amazing!  Many times while I was there, I knew I needed to be there and I was so glad I was there.  I thought of my husband at home, for the 4th night in a row putting the kids to bed on his own and I felt bad, but I knew I was where I needed to be. 

I left the meeting, deep in thought about what I had just heard. 

I walked outside into a lovely blizzard of falling snow. 

Yuck. 

The ground was wet. 

And slippery.

Need I actually tell you what happened next?

I fell.

And not a cute little graceful girly fall.

I went down hard and fast

And face first

And then I floundered around like a beached whale trying to get off my pregnant belly and get up.

In a dress.

Yup.

A few people came to my rescue and helped me find my keys that I had dropped.

I laughed it off and got to the car. 

Then I cried. 

I am covered in parking lot mud.

I am worried about the baby.

I hurt everywhere.

I get home and by then I'm freaking out.

I walk in.  Jeramy sees me covered in parking lot goop.  He laughs.

I tell him I fell. 

"How on earth did you fall forward?  Did you trip?"

No.  I was walking in a parking lot.  I slipped.  I don't know how I fell forward.  Mabye the large growth I have infront of my helped carry me forward. 

I tell him I'm going to have a bath and see if the baby is moving. 

He just stares at me as I walk away. 

Baby is fine.

Dr. Jeramy shows up with his handy iPhone and checks my symptoms to see if we need to go to the doctor. 

I tell him I'm fine. 

(Did I mention I have a cold?)

We go to bed and everytime I move, something hurts. 

I can't lay on my back because it is throbbing. 

I can't lay on my side because the baby is sprawled out all the way across me and if I lay on my side, she'll kick me until I switch sides, then she'll kick me on that side.  AND, I have to use my knees to roll over and they are bruised and bloody. 

And my nose is stuffy and I can't breathe. 

And then,

I just had to laugh.

"how on earth did I fall face first?"