Ouch!

So Monday afternoon, I picked up Miss Maddie from her day with Grandma Gina, and ended up going home in pain. After hanging there for a bit so Maddie and Grandma could finish their book and then Maddie playing with Boppa after he got home, out we went to see if we could get home before Daddy. Mad was milling about in the last bit of snow in front of the Buggy while I stood in the doorway and talked to my mom (who was inside in the laundry room). Maddie said she was ready to go, and walked around to the passenger side of the Buggy. I told her she needed to come to the other door so I could put her in, but she had other ideas. Down the concrete hill driveway she ran. She's gotten a lot faster since last summer (or am I just that much slower?)! I dropped all our stuff and took off after her, every step an uncomfortable jarring motion. When I caught her, helpfully she fell, but only on her knees, I actually managed to not laugh at the joyful look on her face. Back up the hill I carried her, stopping to show her the line near the top she knows not to cross alone. It wasn't until after I got her in her seat and climbed in my own seat that I really felt the pain. After considering taking her back in the house so I could sit down and cry over everything that hurt, I decided to try to just get home. Every time I moved my right leg between the pedals, my left leg screamed out in hot pain. Just another time it's nice to only live one mile from my parents. We got home a few minutes before Jeff, and waited in the car for him. When I finally tumbled myself out, I had to slide my leg across the ground to move it.

Playing with Maddie, at least getting on and off the floor, hauling my sorry self out of bed, and reaching in any direction has not been an easy task. All seems just fine with D -- she's kicking and dancing as much as every other day. Tomorrow we go back to the doctor, so we'll see what he has to say about all of it.