A Walking Disaster

That's what I informed my mother I am--or at least have become in the last 24 hours. Since last night, I've managed to squirt dishsoap in my eye (which is about as fun as it sounds, possibly less) and strain my lower stomach muscles (you know, the ones that hold up the baby) by doing the oh-so-dangerous task of sitting on the couch.

This afternoon, I got a huge chip in my fingernail because I ran my hand into the corner of the wall. Seriously...who does this??

I'm hoping that all this klutziness isn't a sign of impending labor. But it's okay--I packed the hospital bag today.