"I do all my own stunts"

That is what A's shirt said today. It was quite fitting since he got his first set of x-rays today. Last night he decided to do some kind of Matrix-like jump off the couch onto L's activity table. Needless to say he needs to work on his landing because he didn't "nail" it. Instead he gets up screaming and limping towards me. We put ice on it the best we could. But it started swelling. He limped around here all evening even trying to chase Abbie with the corn popper. That was a site to be seen. Anyway we sent him to bed hoping that he would get up in the morning walking straight.

He didn't so I called and got him an appt with the doc. The doctor has us get x-rays. That is something that I don't ever want to do again. A screamed like ever hair in his head were being plucked one by one. I was dripping with sweat. It wasn't so bad until the lady had to shoot the last (of 8) xrays 4 times until she got it right. But the way before we started the lady asks me if there is anyway that I may be pregnant. I gasped and almost lost all composure. Pregnant? "I sure hope not" was my answer. Please warn a sister next time you're going to ask me such a loaded question. Let me atleast hold onto something. I feel like I need to be de-jinxed.

Well the doctor called a few hours later to let us know that nothing is broken. Thank goodness. He just has a bad sprain. He is still limping around (kinda breaks your heart). But don't worry I got some video of it. :) Doc says if he doesn't stop limping in 2 days that we need to call. Hopefully it will work itself out. I really don't want to be asked any "Are you pregnant?" questions again any time soon.