Falling

Yesterday, while crossing the street, I apparently didn't raise my foot high enough to get on the sidewalk so I tripped and fell flat on my face.

Did I fall of my belly, someone asked. Of course, how could I avoid it! I badly bruised my knees; one just got scraped, but the other one is rather skinned, with a big red bloody mark on it. No bleeding however.

Ivan, the bandaids king was very excited to see that mamma has a bubu and a bandaid.

I blame heat, as well as my huge tights, which don't let me make big strides any more for the fall. And of course, there is the stomach itself. And there is just my natural clutziness. Last time I tripped and fell walking down the street 10 years ago in Boston, I broke two fingers. This time I just scraped the knees.

However, I was badly shaken. But since I wasn't bleeding or experiencing any out-of-ordinary aches and pains, I decided there was on point on going for a doctor check up.

That's what the amniotic sack is for, as several people, including my mom said, to cushion the baby.

I hope this baby is OK. Between Mariposa and Ivan inadvertently jumping and sitting on my stomach all these months, and now this fall, this baby has been in for one rough belly ride.