Don't Pregnant While Multitasking.

Ever seen a pregnant woman fall down a flight of stairs?

Me either, but I'm pretty sure that someone else has, and if it looked at all like it felt, that person got the laugh of a lifetime. (I should preface by saying that I am okay, baby's okay.)

Here's how it happened. I was leaving my Statistics class (which I'm passing, hooray for me!) by way of one of NSCC's big sweeping concrete staircases. I was on the cel phone with Josh asking how trick-or-treating and the cow costume played out, and just as I hung up I began soaring through space.

The hem of my skirt soared up past my right eye. My cel phone, blinking pinkness, whizzed past too. The green of my purse and the blue strap of my schoolbag flashed and bobbed and may have smacked me in the face. I eventually landed, on the edge of my left foot, and promptly on my ass. My cel phone, which I had apparently thrown straight into the air, came down and bounced neatly off the top of my head. The world stood still that one silent moment as I sat on my ass on my foot on the cold concrete staircase wondering "what in the name of God's Holy Trousers...?"

The bad news was my foot and ankle took all the impact. I missed a stair, which is why I fell. The good news was I had chosen to wear my practical Keen sandals, which are stout and formed of durable plastic and nylon. I would have done myself some pretty serious damage had I still been wearing my 2.5" wedges.

I managed to pull my skirt off my face and stagger upright. I didn't start crying until I called Josh to rescue me. I blubbered something about "stairs...ankle...flying". He graciously packed our exhausted cow-son into the car, deputized Uncle Mike for the mission and saved clumsy mommy from the big mean staircase. Because Josh is a saint, he didn't even laugh at me.

I'm pretty sure it's just a sprain. I can't walk except with the help of a cane (it's awesome, it has four feet!) and I can't drive at all, but I'm pretty sure nothing's broken.

The moral of the story, kids, is not to play with your cel phone while walking down stairs. At least not concrete ones. Better yet, don't do anything distracting while doing anything else. You never know when it will send you ass-over-teakettle, especially when you're suffering from Baby Brain.