So not cool
I feel like a complete California Moron. (no offense intended to my Cali friend). It rained yesterday. And you know, that qualifies as a Winter Storm here. Traffic comes to a halt and they act like it's frigid. In fact, it rained and was 45-60 degrees.
However, I, moron that I am, managed to hit the wet tiles in front of my building at just the right angle to completely bust my ass. I was down and back up so fast I barely had time to be down. But it scared the shit out of me. It wasn't till I had passed our doorman and said "Hey Frank, I just busted my ass out front!" and was on the elevator that I thought about the fact that I'm pregnant and falling is NOT GOOD when you are pregnant. I'm sure I'm fine--impact was minimal--but it still gave me the Monday morning shakes. Joy.
For the record, this pregnancy has been far, far more annoying than the last. Nothing earth-shatteringly bad. Just--the brief sicko period. Several boughts of almost migraines that you can't really take anything useful for. Except tylenol. Which, well, not very useful. The dead exhaustion. And the crabbiness. And the sense that I am already clumsy. And feeling fat. And the weird early stages of feeling like it could all be a big lie. Despite all these other annoyances. Annoying. I don't want to feel annoyed by this kid. And I don't. Hopefully you know what I mean.
Anyway. I'm going to tackle this Monday with gusto. I'm going to walk back out the door and step over the slippery tiles and be just fine.
However, I, moron that I am, managed to hit the wet tiles in front of my building at just the right angle to completely bust my ass. I was down and back up so fast I barely had time to be down. But it scared the shit out of me. It wasn't till I had passed our doorman and said "Hey Frank, I just busted my ass out front!" and was on the elevator that I thought about the fact that I'm pregnant and falling is NOT GOOD when you are pregnant. I'm sure I'm fine--impact was minimal--but it still gave me the Monday morning shakes. Joy.
For the record, this pregnancy has been far, far more annoying than the last. Nothing earth-shatteringly bad. Just--the brief sicko period. Several boughts of almost migraines that you can't really take anything useful for. Except tylenol. Which, well, not very useful. The dead exhaustion. And the crabbiness. And the sense that I am already clumsy. And feeling fat. And the weird early stages of feeling like it could all be a big lie. Despite all these other annoyances. Annoying. I don't want to feel annoyed by this kid. And I don't. Hopefully you know what I mean.
Anyway. I'm going to tackle this Monday with gusto. I'm going to walk back out the door and step over the slippery tiles and be just fine.