We were watching the quails, my most favorite bird, from Grandma and Grandpa's kitchen and I snapped a couple of pictures through the window:

On Saturday I got up and got ready to start packing. Gratefully I had at least showered and put on my clothes because I wandered out the back slider to eyeball the snow shovel. I took a few steps, realized I was wearing flip flops, and turned back to go into the house and change my shoes when I slid on the ice that had built up underneath the snow. I distinctly heard a snapping sound in there and knew this was not good.
Sarah got this picture right after it happened and you can see where the pain was right in that ankle bone area as it started swelling immediately:
Blessings of blessings the pain started to subside and Paul and Megan came over with Natalie so I got to hold her one more time before we left.

I rode back to Utah in the back of our van with my foot propped up in the middle by a suitcase. I felt like an idiot going into bathrooms along the way being half carried by my husband and children. When you're six months pregnant there just isn't much choice.
The ride went mostly fine but not being able to walk around when we stopped really made me restless. We hit some snow and rain after St George and were significantly slowed down by this. I thought I'd die of claustrophibia those last two hours in the back of that van. We made it home right around 1am. I was in a delirium of happiness to ease myself into my bed.
Peter almost didn't come on this trip. Can you imagine? I feel bad he had to drive the whole way home but SO glad he was there!

Funny thing is Rebecca told one girl at church and suddenly we had people calling saying they had heard I had not only broken my leg, but that there was a bone sticking out. What?? No broken legs! No bones sticking out!
Sarah asked me if I've ever seen a pregnant person on crutches. I can't say I have, though I'm sure it has happened to many an unbalanced expectant mom.
I hobble around pretty good but my kitchen mostly looks like this.
Eww.
Oh well.
Nathaniel is driving for me right now-- taking kids to school, picking up from track, and going to the store. Of course it was my right foot. I feel really stupid for walking into the snow in my flip flops but I guess we all make bad decisions once in a while. Ironically the only thing that fits on my foot is now a flip flop.
Now since I'm trapped in my house I think I'll do the only logical thing-- limp up the stairs and take a nap.
1 comment:
Seriously? You have the worst luck! After all of your neighbors help you out, can I do anything? Take it easy girly!
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