Wake-up call

I fell down the stairs this morning. Well, it wasn't really a fall. More like a slide.

One of the dogs woke me up wanting to go outside. I was half asleep (and wanted to stay that way so I might be able to go back to bed). As I walked down the stairs, I slipped and fell. It was only two or three steps, so not a big deal. And baby and mom were completely fine. I did, however, manage to get a pretty good scrap/bruise on my arm (where I caught it on the banister). And later on, I discovered a small scratch on my leg. Of course, it was bleeding a bit.

I've got to admit...it scared me more than anything. For one, it took me back to my big fall in May. I'm still dealing with the after effects of that one. While the worker's comp insurance company wasted no time in clearing me from my injuries, I'm still hurting a bit. There are areas of my upper tail bone/lower back that I still struggle with. They're easy to find. I scream in pain when Dan touches them...and they're still mushy (like it's a never-ending bruise that won't go away). But today's fall also convinced me I need to be more careful. I'm a klutz as it is. This pregnancy just makes me more of one.