Boom goes the dynamite

I was a ticking time bomb I suppose. I am not the most graceful of people - or the most coordinated. Yesterday, I fell. Thankfully I did not fall that hard and nowhere NEAR my belly. I was still scared to DEATH. The man who walked out of a little breakfast place after his morning coffee can attest to that. He walks out and finds me sitting on the sidewalk - weeping - comes over and asks if I am ok - forget if I'M okay or not I say "IIIIIIIIIIII'MMMMMMMMMMM pregnant" in tears. This saint of a man - helps me up (I could have done that on my own but it was icy (the reason I fell) and it was just nice of him to offer. Then he went above and beyond the call of duty and walked me back to my car (about 1 block) and made sure I was safely inside before parting ways. I called my doctor right away and was assured that I most likely didn't even awake my dear sweet peanut. I was told to just take it easy for the day and get myself calmed down. A couple hours later I felt my peanut flutter and it brought the biggest smile to my face - all was good.