I have some athletic ability...but I also can be an absolute klutz and injure myself doing NOTHING. And that's what happened yesterday. I was making trips to bring the groceries in from the car and stepped from my side door down one step onto our patio and then was on the ground. Just landed wrong. Fortunately, I did it right in front of Chris, so he was sufficiently freaked out to have pity on me for the rest of the evening.
For those of you worrying about the Lion...DON'T. He's still kicking away at almost an irritating rate. It hasn't slowed him down one bit. I hit the ankle hard, then landed on my knees, and only then did my torso get anywhere near the concrete. Of course, Chris's inclination was still to run over and grab my head, and I had to sputter, "Not my head, my ankle" before he'd let go.
Sadly, while I have about 10 pairs of maternity jeans, only ONE of those pairs actually belongs to me. And that was the pair I was wearing. Good news for Tina and Megan. Sad for the pidly stock of clothes that are left if I ever decide to get pregnant again! With everyone's generosity, I've only bought a couple items. Assuming I can lose enough weight that they make sense. And, ok, let's be honest. Tina gave me hers permanently (as she's had 3 kids and is in her 40's), so her SEVEN pairs of jeans are available in the future...if I can get back to a size 4. I can't wear any of them at the moment.
Back to the ankle. It's really swollen, and I can't really put weight on it. I can hobble across a room in a lot of pain, but it ain't pretty, and I'm not doing it often. But I'm too cheap to go for an x-ray yet, and well, would like to avoid exposing the kid if possible. So we'll see how it's doing later. Until then? You can identify me by the ace bandage.