Ugg

We have had an exciting weekend. Yesterday morning we went outside to work in the yard, I was watering the herbs, flowers, and tomatoes, and Patrick was working on building our future garden. Patrick asked me to come and look at something, I walked over, fell when stepping into the garden, and very badly sprained my ankle. Being seven months pregnant, Patrick couldn't exactly carry me inside, so I almost passed out as he helped me to the couch. I have, therefore, spent my entire weekend in bed with my ankle elevated and swathed in ice (ohh so cold and uncomfortable). Patrick has gotten to spend spend the entire weekend taking care of Sebastian and myself, and as a result, has not been able to get very much done. Fortunately, when they left, the former owners of this house left a pair of crutches in the garage. I have, therefore, been able to get about a tiny bit. I'm a little curious what we are going to do this week with me not being able to walk, drive, cook, do laundry, or basically anything. I really hate being useless, so, hopefully, I shall recover quickly.