They phoned me yesterday around 4:30 to tell me that they had to move my c-section date. As of now, the baby’s birthday will be July 9th instead of the 10th, and I have only today to get everything I need done. After the procrastination that is posting to lj, I will head to the hospital for lab work they need to do before the surgery, and then come home and try to sort my brain out enough to get these things done. I’ve been making a list, but who knows if I’m forgetting stuff… I probably am. My brain is rather muddled right now.
Adam and I went out to buy a couple of nursing bras and see Ironman last night, which was good. On the walk from the store to the theatre, though, I misstepped on an uneven crack in the sidewalk and did a fantastic little tumble-roll. Amazing what instincts kick in to protect the belly – Adam said he tried to catch me but I had too much momentum. For a second I thought I almost recovered before the fall, but my extra 25 lbs or so was a bit too much for me and I dropped. According to Adam, it actually looked pretty gracefull for a headlong rush at the pavement. I figure it’s my mountain biking falling skills jumping into action.
So now I have a scrape on my knee that stings like mad, and the left wrist (the one that broke the fall and allowed me to roll onto my back in belly-protection mode) hurts when I try to use it. I’m sure it’ll be fine in a couple of days.
Now I’m working through a list of things to get done today that I had originally planned to spread out over two days, back when I had two days left. Here’s hoping I can get it all done – and if not, well then it will just have to wait I guess. The vital stuff is going to the hospital for lab work and packing my bag for the hospital stay.
That phone call with the moving of my c-section date was a little like getting blind-sided by a freight train.