My Christmas excitement...

So, the whole clutzsy part of pregnancy finally caught up with me... Christmas Eve we came home late from mom and dad's and I was heading downstairs with Beau to put him to bed. I THOUGHT that I was on the last step, but obviously was not. I spent Christmas Day hoping it was a really bad sprain, but found out Friday that it was not. I fractured my ankle and now have the pleasure of wearing a boot, spending the next 2 weeks on crutches with strict instructions to stay off of it and not being able to be very helpful at all! Fun times at the Connor house!