My big owie

Last Thursday was simply a bad day. I had the stomach flu something terrible, my Grandma Donna passed away and, when I was on the phone with my mom, I fell down the stairs of our trailer and buggered up my back. I was so scared, and the first thought I had when I realized what had happened was "Oh my God, the baby!" I burst into tears because by that point I was simply overrun with emotion. I was sore, and I hurt, but that had nothing to do with my tears. My tears were coming from my heart, a mother's heart, and a heart that was (at that time) full of fear. I gathered up my phone, let the dogs in, called my mom back for just a second, called and left Larabee a crying-barely-understandable message on his phone, and got out the phone book. Kyle was napping, so fortunately I was able to focus all of my attention on finding a Dr that would see me that day. Since I don't have an OBGYN yet it wasn't like I could just call her/him and have them squeeze me in. Fortunately I found a place that not only got me in within an hour, but also gave me an ultrasound no questions asked. I got to see that little bean in my belly that is just growing and growing. I got to see that wonderful heartbeat, and hearing it was just awesome. We (the ultrasound tech and I) even saw the baby wiggle around. Yay!
So everything ended up OK. My bruises are even pretty much gone at this point and I have one scab on my back from a bad scratch. Other than that, I am good to go. According to the measurements of baby on the ultrasound I am 8 weeks and 5 days into my pregnancy. 2 months. Hard to believe. I am so thankful.