Seriously?

I fell down yesterday. Crossing the street. It hurt real bad. The worst part is that I am hugely pregnant and wearing those stupid maternity pants that fall down at the drop of a hat, so when I went down so did they. There I was was laying on the ground, crying like a baby with my butt crack hanging out, and everyone stopping to see if I need help. I think everyone thought I was in labor. They kept offering to call an ambulance for me... or a cab. I couldn't stand up because then my butt would really be hanging out, but none of the "good Samaritans" would leave. Finally I just gave in and let Tor pull me up. Everyone got to see everything, and I hobbled to an alcove where I cried uncontrollably in embarrassment. Apparently the womb is well insulated because the kid didn't even flinch. I was hoping I'd at least break my water or have contractions or something for all my lost dignity. Nothin'. The best part was that when they were asking if we needed an ambulance I was thinking: see the guy in the bright red shirt that reads "I pigged out at Fat Boy's Pork Palace"-- he IS a doctor. Oh, and I scraped my knee. Sad.


Picture of me after I'd fallen, the crowds of onlookers have been cropped, as have my butt cheeks :)