Wish me luck hobbling after two babies today.

Got hit last night by an idiot pulling out of a gas station way too fast. And I flew like that bunny there. I'm okay, but hobbling around like an old lady. And all Baby 2 wants to do today is smack me in my dead leg, apparently. Does anyone want to bring me a burrito? I'm too wounded to get my own. Pleeeeeeeeeease?