So yesterday I went to the dog park with one of my friends. There was about 20dogs there and all the owners were standing around in a circle when next thing I know I am getting plowed over by this giant dog who was in a dead run. Out of the like 12 owners I'm standing with OF FUCKING COURSE I am the one who has to get plowed over. I fall backwards on my butt and immediately starting worrying about my baby (I'm 35 weeks) when I notice my knee is a great amount of pain. They call an ambulance and as I'm waiting for them to arrive I'm like super nauseous and start throwing up from the pain only to fucking pee myself 🙄🙃 They take me to the hospital to find out that my baby girl is completely fine (THANK GOD) but I most likely have an ACL/MCL tear in my knee. So as if it wasn't hard enough for me to get up or comfortable just from being so pregnant, I am now in a brace and on crutches and having to get an MRI done this week. And since I am pregnant all I can take is Tylenol😩 I'm so glad it's me that's hurt and not her but come fucking onnnn. It's been one thing after another lately and I'm trying to stay positive. Send some prayers and positive vibes please guys that its not completely torn and I don't need surgery🤦🏻‍♀️🙏🏻

UPDATEEEEE:

Doctor called this morning and After further inspection of my X-rays, my tibia is fractured and he still thinks there is a good chance I tore my ACL/MCL. He decided to hold off on any further MRI or CT scan because he doesn't want to expose my baby to that much radiation. I am now in a new brace for 8-12 weeks. Which means that I will still be on crutches after I deliver. It's getting really hard to stay positive 😔