Taking a Spill in the Street

I am in my religion class and realize I don't have an assignment for class in a few hours. I have just enough time inbetween two of my classes to run home and get the assignment and arrive at my final class with assignment in hand. I walk home and get a few yards from my driveway when some unseen thing catches on the toe of my shoe and the ground gets closer to my face. I shuffle-stumble a few times not quite gaining my balance, and finally land hard on my hands and knees. A car starts coming down the street I was trying to cross and a guy and a girl were nearby as well. I couldn't hide my embarassment. I get up and brush myself off fighting the tears and emotions that come with pregnancy. Then I look down and notice my favorite pair of pants (which just happen to be fairly new) are ruined with a hole in the knee I landed hardest on. That was the last straw. I turn into where I can see Jarod's truck and I burst into tears. By the time I get close enough for him to talk to me, I have mascara running down my cheeks. He asks "What's wrong" and the first thing I say is that I ruined my pants. He asks if I am okay besides that, we check out the laptop I dropped in the process of falling, and everything checks out... except my pants and now that I had recovered from the shock I felt like my knee might be in worse shape than I thought. Sure enough I had a gash on my knee cap and a sore the size of a quarter. I guess the silly thing is that I am still way disappointed about my pants since I can no longer wear them on campus or without feeling the embarassment of the day. The baby was probably stunned or asleep but soon started moving again. Now there are no worries except when to get a new pair of jeans.