Be Careful

We live in a 4 story rental in Sherman Oaks. We also have a 50 lb German Shephard mix named Sherman. Sherman is a little over a year old and is still learning how to use his breaks.

On Tuesday mornings I have a 7am pilates client. As usual, I woke up at 6am to get ready, walk the dog and have ample time for breakfast. Before I went downstairs Lar asked me to wake him before my client arrived. He likes to go to the gym 3 mornings a week and this was one of them.

At 6:40am I went upstairs to wake him up. Sherman, of course, was right by my side to celebrate in this activity. He likes to lick Larry awake. By 6:45 I was on my way downstairs. I wanted to get a little workout in before my client came.

Sherman follows me like a shadow. Usually when going up or down stairs I make him go first out of fear of falling. This time I was in such a hurry that I ran down the stairs without a care. Suddenly, I heard Sherman barreling behind me.

I stopped to brace for him to run by.

He didn't!

Instead he plowed right into the back of my legs and knocked me down the stairs.

The first thing to go through my mind was fall on your back, not your stomach. As I was falling I reached for the wall to get my balance. No luck. With my arms pulled back behind me I tumbled down 8 stairs. I heard a noise come from my left arm (which I just had surgery on in June) and seconds later I was on the main floor. Screaming and in tears.

My first though was my shoulder. I couldn't believe it had popped. The pain was incredible. I called my physical therapist (I work at a physical therapy studio) and told her what happened. Her first question was, "how is the baby?" OMG, I hadn't even thought about the baby. I was in shock and my shoulder was hurting me so bad that the lil' bean didn't even cross my mind.

As luck would have it, I had an appointment at 9:45am with my shoulder surgeon. Around 8:30am I called the OBGYN to see if I could take Tylenol for my pain. When I told them I fell down they asked me to come to the office as soon as possible. Another OMG! I can't believe that they are so worried. I can't believe I wasn't so worried. Now, I was worried.

My best friend was kind enough to meet me half way and drive me to my drs appointments so that I would not have to go alone. First stop, the orthopedist. We waited about 45 mins to get into his exam room. The exam was about 5 mins. Once I told him I was preggo he said that there was nothing he could do. His quote, "I'll see you in 9 mos." Basically, there was no use in worrying me about anything that could be wrong with my shoulder because nothing could be done to fix it right now.

Okay, off to the next appointment.

The wait for the OB was about 30 minutes once I got there. However, it felt like 4 hours. Luckily, I had my best friend's little daughter to hang out with. She kept me entertained with games like ring-around-the rosy, the hokey pokey and Prince and Princess make believe. That definitely helped pass the time.

Long story short, I went into the exam room and had an ultrasound. Immediately, we saw the baby's heartbeat. Everything was okay!

I guess the plus side to the story is that I got another picture of the lil' bean.

My note to anyone who has any tendency of being accident prone is to be careful and always let your dog walk downstairs or upstairs before you do.

1st OB Appointment and changes

Last Thursday we had our first OB appointment. Below is the lil Bean.

According to the ultrasound I was 7 weeks and 5 days at the time of the appointment. This pushed up my estimated due date to April 10. As of this appointment (4 days ago), the embryo was 14.5 mm.

A lot is changing with me. Not necessarily my body, but my emotions. Mood swings are a new daily visitor. Yesterday we watched, "The Perfect Storm." I cried for nearly 5 minutes at the end. We are not talking a weepy cry. We're talking a cry from the gut as if I had personally known the characters in the movie. To me, nothing could have been more tragic at that very moment.

The other day we were walking to the gym. At the intersection a crossing guard was there to help us on our way. While waiting at the corner, a fire engine's siren began to blare in the background. The crossing guard walked into flowing traffic and stopped the cars so that the fire truck could get by quickly and without a worry. After the truck had passed, Lar and I walked across the street. I asked Larry if he thought it was as cool as I did that the guard walked into traffic. He responded that the guard was a, "hero." Right then and there I started crying. I was overwhelmed with gratitude and emotion for the crossing guard who made it just a little easier for the fire truck to get to their destination and possibly save a life.

Also, don't get me hungry. If I go more than a few hours without a bite I get snappy.

Whereas I am a mixed bag of emotions, my husband is an ANGEL. He is doing a great job keeping me calm, fed and constantly telling me that I am beautiful. Thank goodness for him and his ability to keep me grounded.