Elbows, knees, and toes

I went to the Urgent Care this morning. A very nice PA wiggled my leg around and asked me questions. Neither of us wanted to do an x-ray since radiation makes unborn children glow in the dark. He told me I probably have a torn meniscus (Tabitha's diagnosis last night) and that I should stay off of it for a week. He wants me to call Friday if it isn't better so he can get me in with an orthopedist. Hopefully, I will be better by then.

In other news, my night ended on quite a special note. As I was lying quietly in bed, before the nighttime sniffles started, I felt my baby move. Baby DB was just a-tossing and a-turning. I imagined the kid was doing flips saying "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, this is FUN!" It felt like a little ripple or flutter across my lower abdomen. I wonder if I was feeling dancing feet, or swinging arms, or maybe I was being head-butted for the second time in a day.

I also saw my baby in a dream last night. Baby DB had my eyes and Wesley's nose and mouth, soft blond hair, and was as sweet as an angel.

Sometimes, just when you feel like you've reached the end of your rope, life ties the knot for you.