My workday went well, until I tried to walk out to my car at the end of the day. I parked in a different place than I normally do because Nate and I carpooled and the north lot is closer to the freeway I take to his work to pick him up (to be fair, when we carpool, he picks me up and drops me off 90% of the time because he is terrified of me falling in an icy parking lot, especially 8 months pregnant). Turns out his fears were justified.
Back to the story...so, I had to cross the lightrail train tracks to get to my car. I looked to the right to make sure the train was stopped. You know, so I wouldn't get hit by it. In the two seconds it took for me to look at the train, I took my eyes off my feet. I think I tripped over a chunk of ice, or maybe the edge of the track itself...I'm not sure because I wasn't looking down. But that's all it took for me to come falling down like the London Bridge.
I fell forward onto my hands and knees, rolled over onto my side, then to my back. The best part was that somehow, my shoes also flew right off of my feet. The woman walking in front of me turned around with a very scared look on her face. What would you think if you saw a VERY pregnant woman laying on her back on a train track, shoeless? I assured her I was perfectly okay, got up, put my shoes on and kept walking. VERY slowly. (Don't be alarmed...Baby O and I truly are okay, the train was stopped, and headed away from me once it would have started moving again). No need for drama where there is none. But there's always a need to tell a funny story about someone falling, even if it's me.
It's amazing what your reflexes and your body will do to protect your baby, even before it's born. Even as I was falling, I somehow knew there was absolutely no way I would land on my stomach and hurt Baby O. I told Nate and a few of my co-workers that I would have sooner instinctively hit my face on the ground than my belly if I had to.
I've fallen one other time since I've been pregnant with Baby O, but it was much less dramatic, and thankfully witnessed by no one. The first time was also at work, as I was bending over to pick up a Starburst I had dropped on the floor. The carpeted floor, nowhere near a train track. I started bending over and never stopped...until I was on my hands and knees. Maybe it was the universe telling me to stop eating Starburst. Sorry, Universe.
In other pregnancy news...this Friday marks 36 weeks! We have a routine appointment tomorrow to check on Baby O, and I'll go every week from then on, until he's born. We are just overflowing with excitement!!! Here's the latest belly picture, taken this last weekend:
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