Last Friday, well how do I put this...I called 911 for the very first time!! Why?? I walked up the stairs, then down, sat at the desk, thought that Lillian was all up in my rib cage, I got down on all fours to make her move, AND BAM, I could not move!! I started shaking, throwing up, and felt like my uterus was ripping from my left side from my upper ribs to the 'no zone.' Since I have two little ones I knew that this would not work out very well (since I could not move) so I called Derek and he was on his way home, but it was just not fast enough so I called 911 who were here in like 2 minutes!! Of course the always HOT firemen were in my living room and asking me questions and when they realized I was pregnant the mood of the situation changed to a very fast paced "lets get her out of here!"
What did I think of? #1- Derek just got home and the kids will be fine #2- happy I actually got fully dressed and took a shower today #3- man these men are hot #4- Lillian would be fine if I had her now...just like Becky is:)
Well, thank goodness the last did not happen and when I was transported to the hospital to be checked out the baby was fine and I threw out my back! That was the worst pain I have ever felt and never want my kids to see me like that again, EVER! I had such guilt the entire weekend, but we have a great support system of family and friends, so the guilt went away pretty quickly!
The funny thing is that I just went to the doctors the day before for my monthly check up and she had given me orders for physical therapy for my back and I had an ultrasound later on that day. All is well now:) Thank you my family for the last 6 days!

**this pic is from my ultrasound last Thursday**