1/5/12

Thursday 2:30pm I am picking up Keegan from school. I was huge and waddling so I parked in a non-existent spot. I got Keegan from his classroom and was walking to the van. He broke free of my hand and took off running towards the van. Being an unpredictable 2 yr old, I chased him not sure if he would stop before the parking lot. Then it happened. I fell into a hole. I heard my ankle pop. I tried to stand up and that was a no go. It hurt like hell. Keegan came back when he saw me in a crumpled heap. A Dad came over to see if I was okay and he helped me up. I stood on it and knew I was in trouble. I kept it together while I lifted Keegan into his seat and buckled him in. Well, then I did what any girl would do and called her Mommy. I told her what happened and being the awesome Mom that she is. She immediately came over (5 minutes for me to get home, 20 minutes for her to get to me). She came and took one look at my ankle and decided I needed to get to the dr. sigh. So, I called my OB to see where I should go. Could I just go the urgent care at 36 weeks. She called me back and said yes. So away we went. I hobbled in. You could tell looking at the front desk they thought I was in labor and they were ready to send me away. Then they heard it was my ankle. A couple x-rays later and some really painful movements. It was decided I had given myself one heck of a sprain. I laughed at the idea of crutches. It was about then that the husband that I had left a message for, finally called me back. ARGH! We stopped and got the kid's dinner and went home. I propped my foot up and felt like a real wuss. But I swear it hurt really bad and it was swollen. Super swollen, like above and beyond the cankle swollen. I promised that I would stay off my feet...I think looking back I did a pretty good job.