Welcome to the Family!

After 36 days, 2,000 miles driven on a rental, a few arguments, 2 staples/3 stitches, a million cars researched...we finally bought a car!  She's cute, huh?

It's All Out!

No more metal in this girl's head.  Brent got to take everything out the other night.  Not sure I could have done it to him, but I think he enjoyed pulling all this out.  So life is almost back to normal...just still can't decide on a dang car!  I do not do a good job making decisions (I debated a new car seat for days and days and finally just picked one while in the store, and that's only $200!)...especially under pressure!

The Story

So yesterday I got into a car accident.  I was heading home from work at lunch (my client closes at noon on Fridays), and a guy ran a red light and plowed into me.  I spun 90 degrees and slowly came to a stop...in utter shock.  I didn't see this truck at all.  A fire truck just happened to be driving down the same road, so we had immediate attention.  I got to take a lovely ride to the hospital with a collar around my neck and my body strapped to a back board.  I'm up for trying new things but could have lived without that experience!  It really was a precautionary measure - I honestly didn't feel too bad.  My head HURT and I had a few aches and pains but overall didn't think I was in too bad of shape.  Brent was at the hospital just a few minutes after me and of course cracked a few jokes.  I can always count on my honey for some laughs.  My head hurt for a good reason - I had a 2+ inch gash in the back of it.  We can't figure out what I cut my head on, but my guess is the exploding glass formerly known as the driver-side window probably did it!  I ended up with 2 staples and 3 stitches in my head (as you all got to see yesterday), a lovely prescription for muscle relaxers, and a quick discharge.  My in-laws picked Trent up from school and ended up taking him home with them for the night so I could rest {they're fabulous, remember?}.  I slept for 12 hours and woke up today feeling like I'd been in a car accident.  I have a lot of bruising and stiffness and my head still really hurts, but I'd say I'm doing pretty good.  I am SO thankful Trent wasn't with me, SO thankful this guy didn't crash directly into me (he hit more near my driver-side front tire), SO thankful help was on the scene so fast, SO thankful for all the family we have nearby that have helped out yesterday and today, SO thankful for insurance...you get the picture.  We're not sure yet the status of my car; it's likely totaled, but we'll see.  Brent thinks we'll get rid of it either way - it's been through a lot.  I spent some time this morning 'shopping' for vehicles and new car seats. {grin}  So there you have it...just another boring Friday.

A Big Oops!

Yesterday was not my best day... Leaving work downtown, I hit a car pulling out of the parking lot... It was totally an accident but my fault. Thankfully I wasn't on the phone, fiddling with the radio or anything like that, I just didn't see this other car and hit her. We get out and start exchanging information, and of course, she decides to call the police. Well, I start getting all the information out of my car and start thinking about 'what if' and the baby and just lose it. I start crying...and crying...and crying. I felt so silly because I caused the accident, if anyone should be crying, it should be the other girl! Anyway, the police come, we get everything taken care of, and I get to drive away (I felt bad because she had to wait for a tow truck) with a lovely APD citation.

As I'm leaving, I call Brent to give him an update and just go hysterical. Hyperventilating and sobbing uncontrollably hysterical. He couldn't understand anything I was saying, and I wasn't making ANY sense. (Poor guy - they should offer a class to expecting fathers on how to deal with the extra hormones of a pregnant woman!) He gets me calmed down and somewhat rational...but I continued to cry pretty much the whole way home. I just couldn't shake the 'what ifs'!

So today, I call my doctor to get reassurance that everything is fine. The nurse is great but wants me to come in to just make sure everything is okay. For whatever reason, that sets me off again (my poor co-worker, Jennifer, had to calm me down this time). I asked Brent to drive me because I wasn't sure I could make it on my own. Thankfully everything is okay with the baby, as expected (heart rate holding steady at 150), and now I feel so much better!!

Moral of the story - pregnant women are crazy and hormonal!! While it's no fun dealing with insurance agents, auto body shops, police departments, and doctors, I'm so thankful that our baby is okay. It is amazing how quickly you stop caring about yourself. My child is the size of my hand and already one of the most important people in my life.