my own demo derby...

So last monday on my daily outing someone decided that i needed to add a little excitement to my everyday routine, so they hit me from behind! Yes, I was in an accident and not responsible for it this time. I was squashed between two F150s (also known as man trucks). Truthfully I knew I was ok, but being in the pregnant stage that I am I couldn't stop laughing because I couldn't stop crying. Once I discovered I was ok it was on to the baby. The police officer insisted that before I see my own doctor they call in the paramedics to look me over. So 10 min later a fire truck pulls up and out step 5 guys. . . I was already uncomfortable with the idea of being examined in the middle of a parking lot, but by a bunch of guys in fire gear! Luckly the last to arrive was a lady, to my relief, and she gave me the ok. However the nurse at my Doc's office was less then pleased and insisted I come straight way to the hospital. Jeff and I ended up spending 6+ hours while they ran tests. I think I left the hospital more sore from sitting on a hard bed then the actual impact from the accident. However, they said all was well and sent me on my way. It was just a taste of what is to come on my next hospital visit, which hopefully won't be until November!