Tuesday night the 16th of December I fell flat on my face, literally. I was leaving my brother-in-law's house in the dark and tripped over one of the ropes that anchor his inflatable Christmas decorations. The worst part is that when I fell I smacked the side of my face right into the edge of the sidewalk and ended up needing 3 stitches to fix the huge gash that resulted from my contact with the sidewalk. Now 3 days later my eye is black and blue and I look like a streetfighter, make that a pregnant streetfighter. After the fall, the baby was what I was most worried about but luckily our 18 week ultrasound was the scheduled for the following morning and we were able to see the baby moving around and the little heart beating furiously. We were so excited, happy, and relieved to se

e that everything was alright.