Our regularly scheduled programming has been interrupted by our heroine taking a header off the porch steps and wickedly twisting her ankle, causing her to writhe pathetically in spilt mop water for a few minutes, and then hobble home to elicit sympathy and ice packs from her trusty Cap'n.
You know how when you lose your balance, you usually have a moment there when you think you might catch yourself and be ok? There was no moment of hope. I fell like a damned tree out there. One minute up and fine, and the next flat on my face. I honestly didn't know what hit me. Crazy.
I'd heard that during pregnancy, progesterone makes all your muscles and ligaments all loose and stretchy, which can increase the chances of falls, but at 6 weeks? Is that even possible?
I'm in so much pain, and the Cap'n's going to have to pick up the slack for my sorry ass over the next few days. I hate feeling so worthless.