Yesterday, I went for a run with the dogs. As I ran, I was thinking of things, including of all weird things, what the dogs think of me. I was jogging along, about a mile into the run (.68 to be exact), when I wondered what the dogs would say for my epitaph. I have just decided it would be something like “Nice enough, but not much of a squirrel hunter” when BLAM, I tripped over the sidewalk and fell into a brick wall and onto my left leg.
Why do I tell you this, besides the fact that it is pretty funny… plus how many other people do you know who can injure themselves (not like a pulled muscle) while jogging? Yeah, graceful I am not.
Well, I tell you because I think that me falling while jogging might be a good reminder that we never know what is coming up, one step I was putting one foot in front of the other more quickly than if I were walking. The next, I’m lying on the ground, calling my dog to come back to me b/c I couldn’t get up yet to fetch him.
DH was pretty surprised/sad by my period starting this week. I’d had that same kind of bleeding I had with each of my IVF cycles — pink spotting… then nothing for 2 days. The RE says that might indicate an embryo trying to implant. Usually, I have brown spotting for a few days, then my period. I told DH about this and he seemed pretty happy to hear about the possible implantation. I knew better than to get excited. I think he keeps hoping that we’ll have one of those “we got pregnant AFTER we’d spent $25,000 and it didn’t work” stories. I know those stories are out there and do exist, but I don’t think we’ll be one of them. We’ve been not talking about anything important lately, which is nice, but feels like the calm before a storm.
I just hope once we move forward on something it’s not as grody as my leg is right now. 🙂