You *did* know it’s National Talk Like A Pirate Day didn’t you? Good. I can’t imagine going through the whole day without an Aaarrr or an Avast Ye!
So, The Beauty? Well. How about this? A giant scrape down the side of my abdomen. Yes. My abdomen. The one that is stretched to infinity and beyond. The one that is housing a viable pre-born baby. That’s the one.
Well, what happened?
Last night I was at a church. (More on that later…) And I was standing on the stage (of course!). We were in a corner with several instruments and other musical paraphernalia. One such item was an organ. As in…
The organ was 2 steps down in it’s own little
cubby hole pit. As I walked past it, I apparently stepped INTO the pit and crashed the upper half of my ribs on the corner of that organ while going down. One leg was down in the hole the other on the main floor. I was literally on all fours gasping for breath and Lydia, oh, poor Lydia—she was screaming hysterically and I couldn’t even move to help her.
All I could think of was bone fragments poking into Asa and my body leaking amniotic fluid everywhere. (Lovely image, I know.)
It was absolutely terrifying.
I finally got my breath back and got some bandages on the wound. I don’t think I broke a rib, but they are very bruised. This morning I called the ask-a-nurse-hotline and had to make a quick trip to the OB. They put me on a heart rate monitor and a contraction monitor just to check the pirate’s movements and hear trate. Everything was fine. He was moving and dancing a jig as usual. They said I even had a contraction or two. (Which I didn’t notice!)
HOWEVER, I can hardly move. I haven’t had my front abs working for months, but now my entire left side is unmovable. I can’t bend down to pick anything up off the floor. I can’t get Lydia in her car seat. I can’t fold clothes or wash dishes (darn!).
So, don’t worry about my bone fragments or amniotic fluid, that’s all fine. But do pray my ribs heal before I go into labor. There is no way I can push and experience real contractions with this bruise–I can’t even hiccup without cringing!