fall #2

So, yeah. I'm a klutz. A complete moron. I fell again. Last time I fell on my knee. I was seven months pregnant and had just finished a run. Today I had Ike in my arms and I had just finished my run. I was actually holding him in the arm that you see pictured. He escaped unscathed. I, on the other hand, have this lovely PAINFUL battle wound and a myriad of other bruises dotting my body. My hip hurts the worst. I can't believe I didn't drop Ike or squish him or scrape him or anything. As I checked him for wounds I realized that I was gushing blood all over the backseat of our car so I put him in his carseat and he fell asleep immediately. I thought for sure this meant he had a concussion or something. He was totally fine- just tired. And I must have nicked a large vessel in my arm because this thing was a bleeder. There was blood all over the road, in our car, on the carseat, and all over the napkins and wet wipes I used to try and clean it.

After Kent came home to clean my wounds (I won't rip off my own bandaids let alone dig gravel out of my cuts) and convince me that Ike was in fact not in a concussion induced coma (he really does love me), I took the kiddos to playgroup. There's a little park that sits next to some railroad tracks- and today a train came by. Zeb was ecstatic. All of the little train loving boys were beyond excited. Could there be a better playgroup activity than this? A real train! The conductor even waved and honked his horn for the little audience.
My body is still nice and sore tonight- and sleeping may be tricky- but hopefully tomorrow will be better.