indeed … it’s a dangerous job

Now I know I’ve never been extremely graceful. Perhaps I’m a little clumsy… especially when pregnant. But today I was like a walking disaster.

My zany back is freaking out with this pregnancy. I couldn’t sit or stand this morning for 5 minutes without pain that took my breath away. It’s been killin’ me for days. Ouch man! I hope the chiropractor can fix it… permanently.

Then, as I walked down the stairs I stepped on a small cup that Truman left … man was it a sharp one. I completely biffed it on my behind while landing on bent toes. My toe is black-n-blue. Did I break it? sigh…

Then, I ate Frosted Mini Wheats for breakfast. Seriously – I completely choked. I nearly lost it all and died (kidding on the death part). Even Tru asked if I was “ok?” What’s up man?

Luckily, after 9 a.m., I was a little safer. I didn’t even slice myself when cutting watermelon with the gynormous knife.

I was whining to Abe about all my clumsy woes. He said, “Sounds like you had a hard day.” Then at supper he prayed that tomorrow would be a better day for mom. Nice!

I was thinking about how many times a day I get hurt in my job as mother. Between Truman hitting or pinching (someday he’ll learn to be soft!)… Truman ramming his car into my ankles over and over… Max elbowing me when we’re reading… Toddlers pouncing on that baby inside… Not to mention all that kicking going on inside… Motherhood – it’s a dangerous job. Good thing I love these tots.