OH. MY. GOODNESS.
This just hasn't been my week. Well, it hasn't even been a week since the chaos began, so I am crossing my fingers that all of the "fun" is over and done with.
Saturday afternoon I had lunch with one of my besties and dropped her back off at our apartment. I was then en route to mi casa when a car decided to come over into my lane. He was either not paying attention or didn't see me because I had to swerve to avoid hitting him as he took over my spot in my lane. That is when my new Santa Fe met its doom.
Guard rail - 1
Big Momma - 0
To top it off, the dude didn't even stop! No one stopped! It all happened so fast I was in complete and utter shock. I got out, checked the damage to my poor car (it was not pretty), and attempted to drive back home as home was less than a couple miles away from the scene of the accident.
My car gave up and the tire went flat, so I called a tow truck to come and haul it to the body shop and got on the phone with the insurance company. They told me the towing company would take 30 minutes. Try TWO HOURS later with me waiting in the heat and starting to worry about Little G as I'm now having slight abdominal discomfort.
I called the after hours line for my doctor and the nurse who took the call said I could go in but would not flat out tell me that I should. My sister, on the other hand, told me that I should definitely go and get things checked out, and R had also requested that I go in. (side note: R had already left for New Orleans for the whole week and I was the only one in my car during the accident)
Soooo the tow truck finally arrives, drops me off at home, and I take R's car to the hospital. The lady at the women's center informs me that I need to walk all the way around to the ER even though the nurse on the phone told me to go to the women's center. Okay, so I walk over to the ER. They get me in quickly and are frustrated (not with me) that I got sent over to them since I should be at the women's center. So I'm then wheel chaired up to the women's center and put in a room for 4 hours hooked up to a fetal heart rate monitor and a contraction monitor. As my wonderful nurse put it, I was "banging out contractions." 6 in 10 minutes! Uhhh.. no gracias! I am not supposed to be having this baby right now - R is out of town, the house is no where near finished, AND I still need to move out of my apartment! They finally decided to hook me up to an IV and gave me drugs to stop the contractions. Thankfully I stayed at 1 cm dilated and the contractions slowed way down.
I was planning on using R's car this week while he is gone, but his battery decided to die on me (what is my deal with cars???), so I traded up for a Chevy Impala at the good 'ole Enterprise. The first one they gave me smelled like an ash tray, so I went back today to exchange it for one that I could breathe in. Wow, I miss my car already but it will be 2-3 weeks before it is fixed.
This afternoon I went in for a prenatal massage that must have put my occasional contractions up a notch because I thought I might be going into labor a couple of hours later. Needless to say, R is on the first flight back tomorrow morning and isn't leaving town anytime soon!
While it would be SO easy to have a prego emotional breakdown at any minute, I have to focus on the positives:
-While my car is damaged, I was not hurt, and more importantly Little G is just fine. The air bags did not deploy and he was not impacted although he will probably come sooner than expected now because of the impact.
-I have wonderful insurance that takes care of me and my car.
-While the house is still not finished, I am fortunate to have a house and someone that I love who is paying lots and lots of money to make our home wonderful for our family.
-I have an AWESOME family who has helped so much these past few days helping me move out of my apartment... my mom especially. I could not have done it without them or her.
-My awesome family lives in the same city as I do so I am able to come and crash at their place while my house is getting finished up.
-If Little G does make an earlier than expected entrance, he will be smaller (and probably nicer to my body on his way out) than if he went all the way until his due date.
-Oliver was already at puppy school for round two when the accident happened and will be there for the next three weeks.
Maybe now I can try to relax the rest of this week? :)
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