I am feeling so much more beat up this pregnancy then I was with Lil 'R. Sometimes I wish I knew how much more I should have taken that pregnancy in being the easiest one I would ever have. Hindsight is always 20/20 though.
So the story is last night we're going to put Lil 'R to bed. He walks up the stairs and as usual runs past his room and into our bedroom. I get him out of our bedroom and he starts going towards his room where Hubby is holding open the gate. I didn't close the gate on the stairs though when we first came up. He bolts past the room towards the area of the stairs, and I bolt after him. Really I think he was heading to the office and never the stairs but I wasn't going to chance it. Unfortunately the result was I tripped and fell on my outstretched right arm hurting my shoulder. Yeah it's still hurting, I must have pulled something a bit. Lil 'R was okay. Hubby scooped him up and got him safely in his room. I also caught my left arm on something and scratched it and got rug burn on my left knee. I feel so beat up today.
I knew this was going to be tougher this time around but boy I didn't really know how much.