Do not yell at a pregnant woman... rant/babble/whine
I drive a piece of shit car. It's a 2000 Toyota Corolla. I don't take care of it, either. I get the oil changed... sometimes. In the past four months, I've only driven the thing 300 miles. Work is 5 minutes away, the grocery store is 2 minutes away, and if hubby and I are going anywhere far, we take his car.
Last night when I got home, I realized I had a flat tire. Sucks, but no big deal. This morning, I send hubby out to put the donut on so I can take care of this post-haste, as I'm nearly 38 weeks pregnant, and don't feel very secure being without transportation. (Of course, the hospital is 5 minutes away, my mom works 5 minutes away, lives 10 minutes away.. and there are a multitude of other people as close or closer that would certainly help me out...)
Anyway. Hubby comes back in about 15 minutes away with a couple completely rusted nuts and a broken bolt. He's pissed. He is always telling me that I need to take better care of my car, which I typically counter with, "It's a piece of shit, and nearly ten years old. When it dies, I'll get another one." But now, it's about the fetus. And how his daughter is NOT going to be riding in that thing. Since I am not a fighter, and have no control over my emotions, I started sobbing. Awesome. And then hubby felt awful, even though making me cry is super easy.
I found a garage that can take care of everything for me, and they are super close by, so the tow should only be about $80. Just now, someone from there stopped by to see if they could get the tire off and help me avoid the tow. This poor guy looked absolutely terrified: HOW THIS HUGELY PREGNANT WOMAN BREAK A LUGNUT?!?!
The tow truck should be here soon.. I wonder if this guy will be terrified too? This is making this sucky experience MUCH better!
And Thanksgiving is in two days. This is my most favorite holiday, because it's about family and food. And I love my family and food. I'm planning on stuffing myself until I can't even move. Then, by about midnight I'll go into labor, and Morgan will pop out on Friday. That will be a perfect end to my favorite holiday.
Last night when I got home, I realized I had a flat tire. Sucks, but no big deal. This morning, I send hubby out to put the donut on so I can take care of this post-haste, as I'm nearly 38 weeks pregnant, and don't feel very secure being without transportation. (Of course, the hospital is 5 minutes away, my mom works 5 minutes away, lives 10 minutes away.. and there are a multitude of other people as close or closer that would certainly help me out...)
Anyway. Hubby comes back in about 15 minutes away with a couple completely rusted nuts and a broken bolt. He's pissed. He is always telling me that I need to take better care of my car, which I typically counter with, "It's a piece of shit, and nearly ten years old. When it dies, I'll get another one." But now, it's about the fetus. And how his daughter is NOT going to be riding in that thing. Since I am not a fighter, and have no control over my emotions, I started sobbing. Awesome. And then hubby felt awful, even though making me cry is super easy.
I found a garage that can take care of everything for me, and they are super close by, so the tow should only be about $80. Just now, someone from there stopped by to see if they could get the tire off and help me avoid the tow. This poor guy looked absolutely terrified: HOW THIS HUGELY PREGNANT WOMAN BREAK A LUGNUT?!?!
The tow truck should be here soon.. I wonder if this guy will be terrified too? This is making this sucky experience MUCH better!
And Thanksgiving is in two days. This is my most favorite holiday, because it's about family and food. And I love my family and food. I'm planning on stuffing myself until I can't even move. Then, by about midnight I'll go into labor, and Morgan will pop out on Friday. That will be a perfect end to my favorite holiday.