walking in the slick, rain-wet hallway today i slipped and fell. caught myself on one knee but was so overwhelmed by the thought of Had-I-Fallen-and-Hurt-the-Baby, i had a good little cry anyway.
B assures me that my body is meant to protect the baby through little falls like that. but in general i don’t trust it, the enormously awkward and accident-prone thing that i am.
thoughts?