It's something I've been doing as long as I can remember. Stairs and I do NOT get along.
Especially this house. I mean, my husband I were house-hunting, found an awesome 4 story house - the whole stairs+Lindsay thing was why we moved on. I told him we could live there if he wanted to kill me. When we first moved into this house, I went out the front steps to go to my car one December AM, because the garage was packed full of crap. Totally didn't realize there was ice on the ground - I have slate steps (9 of them). Foot went out from under me, I went down all 9 steps ass first. Had a bruise on my entire right cheek the color of a pomegrante. And my silly DH saw the whole thing happen, runs outside, and tells me to come back in for a minute and relax. I was like, "I'm not going back up those stairs again!!"
And let me tell you, I was an ER nurse for years, and when people would come in saying they "knew they broke something," I was a little doubtful. When I broke my foot last year - oh, man, INSTANTLY different than a sprain. Very nauseous, and couldn't put the slightest bit of weight on it without crumpling.
So yeah, falling/klutziness is kinda my thing. I told DH while he was home he needed to fix those damn steps so they aren't such a death trap.
I can't believe it's only Thursday. This week has been so busy, and I'm working all weekend.
Get my hair cut and colored next week before my concert, and will talk to my girl then about what she recommends if preggo. I have to go every three months or so as my hair grows pretty fast.
Have a good day, ladies. Looks like about one more week till some of us O!