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I really should not be allowed out of the house. I am such a klutz. Let us backtrack a bit. I take both Gracie (duh) and Colby with me every morning to pick up Randy from work. I take her downstairs first (our stairs are indoors) and buckle her in her car seat. Colby waits at the door to come outside. I don’t let him run free because if our neighbors dog Junior is out, they get into it. Colby is 60lbs and junior is like 10lbs. So I walk up our porch which has 4 concrete steps, open the door, grab Colby’s collar, and begin walking down the 4 steps to the car. Lo and behold, I missed 1 or 2 steps and BAM I fell onto the concrete with my left knee hitting first. If my car was about a foot closer I may have face planted into the hood. I don’t know if it was just me or if it was combined Colby yanking and bending down to hold him. Regardless, I limped to the car and trekked off to pick Randy up. I’m such a big baby. I cried almost the whole way there and calmed down about 5 minutes beforehand.

Once I got there I broke down crying again because it stung SO badly. Concrete brush burn is a bitch. It’s also swollen. I whined the whole trip home and had help up the steps. Thankfully my pants protected it from getting any dirt inside it so I skipped the peroxide. I might have screamed bloody murder if anything touched it. It’s feeling much better after sleeping all day though. A shower stung a bit but I’m tolerating it now and the sweling has gone down. I’m just glad I didn’t have Gracie because I probably would’ve been injured more holding her close and not catching the rest of my body with my hands.

I have no idea how I made it through labor. I’m such a wuss.