Here's a first, even for my klutzy self. I fell while carrying the baby.
My footwear was only slightly inappropriate, although I will be retiring those shoes for a bit. The big issue was there was a step down that I didn't see. It's hard to describe, but it was a step that gradually appeared. I was walking around an outdoor art exhibit. The base it was on stayed horizontal, even while the rest of the area around it went slightly downhill. Where I fell, the step down was about three inches, which was enough to throw off my balance.
The babe was sleeping, and I was carrying him like a football with my left arm. I landed particularly hard on my left knee and then my right knee and right hand caught the rest of me. He didn't touch the ground.
And -- surprisingly -- he didn't even wake up.
My left knee has a big ol' scrape and I ripped my tights. But it could have been worse.
Plan news: I guess I should've expected this, but I'm hungry again. That's what eliminating a meal will do.
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