I fell...

last night.

This was supposed to be a post about how great our u/s was yesterday. Nope, not so much. Last night, walking through a gravel covered parking lot, I fell. I don't know how, I guess my balance is off, but I totally wiped out. Before I knew what was happening I was on the ground with my purse several feet away. Dan was about two steps in front of me so didn't see it happen.

He helped me up, grabbed my purse and we assessed the damage. My lower right leg took the brunt of the fall I think. I'm pretty scraped up from knee to mid-calf. I of course, couldn't care less about my bloody leg. It was quite a struggle to stay as rational as I did, but I tried...and succeeded, mostly.

Of course my first thought was going to the hospital, after all we were going to drive right past one. But, I fought off that urge. I just wanted to go home. No, that's not true. I REALLY wanted to go to the hospital. But I thought of all the stories I've heard about falls during pregnancy, and things are almost always fine, blah, blah. So I went home to monitor.

I did have a few contractions, which I expected, and then she REALLY started moving. Of course, neurotic me thought this was a bad sign, b/c she was moving more than normal for that time of night. But I just let it go and went to bed. I woke up once to movement and then right back to sleep. I felt like crap when I woke up, just really banged up. And apparently the fall jarred my pelvic pain (which had let up ALOT) back into action. So not only am I limping b/c my leg is so sore, I'm back to waddling too.

This morning, I loaded up on a huge bowl of sugary cereal, topped off with some cookies, just to give her a kick start. It seemed to work and she was very active by the time I got to work. I did call the nurse, who said it sounded like the worst was over, so long as I didn't start bleeding, my water didn't break, the contrax didn't start again. I did have a dream last night about my water breaking.

So, the GOOD part of yesterday was indeed the u/s. We got a few pics which I will post later. They aren't great at this stage. She's just too squished up in there. They measured her head, belly and femur and I suppose all looked normal. Right after measuring the femur, the tech said "7 pounds 10 oz." I yelled "holy crap." She said that was in the 88% percentile...awww we have a little over-achiever;)

The measurement is really partly a guess, and can be 1 pound different, on either side. Dr. S is guessing she is currently 7-7.5 pounds, and is estimating 8-9 pounds if she stays put until 40 weeks, which she is also guessing will happen. She actually thinks she may stay put closer to 41 weeks. So, looks like Thanksgiving will go off without a hitch, but then who knows really. She also tried to check for dilation but cervix was so high she couldn't reach it. We assume there hasn't been any, since I haven't had any out of the ordinary contrax.

So...the day started off well, and then went downhill. But she is moving as I type so that's a good thing.

*****And please, if you know my mother, the fact that I fell is not for her eyes/ears. I'm stressing out enough without having to deal with the knowledge that she is stressing out for me!******