injured leigh, and baby bumpage... photos enclosed.

Yesterday was my nephew's first birthday party, and to celebrate his birth, the adults played a little volleyball in my sister's backyard. My sister, dad and I were trying to hold our own against my brothers-in-law and my hubster.

So, I made two amazing plays in a row. First, I had to slide on my knees to hit the ball -- I have the grass stains on my jeans to prove it -- and I got it across the net and scored a point for my team!

Soon after, I jumped to hit the ball and got us our serve back and stuff.

(I'm so sporty.)

Except, when I came down from the jump-move, I felt like I tweaked my right ankle a little. I was all, "I'm fine, I'll shake it off..."

So, I played another minute longer. Then, I reached down and felt this bulge to the left of my right knee.

I apparently burst a blood vessel or popped a vein or something.

I was pretty much terrified that I was going to die of a blood clot. Still kind of am. I'm going to see my OBGYN/ nurse tomorrow so she can check it out. For now, I'm home from work early -- elevating and icing my sore limb. It looks kinda purple and nasty.

Wanna see?

Also, those are my awesome Colts pajama pants.

Well, since you suffered through my sports injury story, I decided to take some baby bump photos... also for your viewing pleasure. Keep in mind that I'm aware that I shouldn't have worn white, and I basically just look like I have a huge muffintopspice. Thanks.

frontal view.

profile view

sincerely,

~~a fat~~

a growing and glowing blogger

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