I had been wanting another ultrasound so that I could take the pics up to NY to show everyone. This was not the way I wanted it though!
On my way back to the office yesterday, around 4 pm, I got rear ended by a tow truck. I was in the Honda, of course, making the impact all the more fun. It was a pretty low speed crash but the thump was loud and I hit the steering well and seat belt with some force. I was very upset. Luckily, I was at the Mapco just up the road from the office, so I go to call Jay to come get me.
Murphy’s law #1: Never think that the age of cell phones means that you can reach someone anytime, anywhere.
My phone was being changed to a Blackberry, so I had no service. Luckily the guy who hit me was very nice and offered me his phone. 1 Ringy Dingy, 2 Ringy Dingies. “Hello, Jay’s Phone!” Someone was working on his phone. I made the guy run around the 3 floor building looking for Jay. No luck. When all else fails….get Buddy!
Buddy finds Jay and brings him to the gas station. The car is not bad. The bumper paint is scrunched and The back of the car seams are a little pushed forward. I am now the biggest concern. We wait for the police and Jay, the ever helpful hubby, gets the guy’s info while I sit in the comfy Mazda.
I call my doctor and she assures me nothing is probably wrong but we would all feel better about me going to the ER.
Murphy’s Law #2: When you have a Junior League Commitment, by gosh, something is going to come up.
My Showhouse shift was that night. I say was because I never made it. ER or not, Jay made it very clear that I could not go, and of course, I had no number to call and let them know I could not make it. How is it that I come off as a slacker when I would have much preferred fulfilling this to the option that lay ahead?
The policeman shows and he is very sweet. I had sent Jay back to the office to pack up his laptop so we could go straight to the ER when we were done, so he was not there when the policeman came and I apparently did not ask all the right questions to make sure this guy was at fault. He was though, so I am sure we are good on the insurance end.
Off to the ER!
Jay drives and is calming me down, telling me that Butterbean has enough padding in there and is very cozy and fine. He was saying all this, but when he came to get me, it is one of the few times I remember my strong hubby looking nervous. I think once he saw me he calmed down quite a bit.
At the ER, it is amazingly quiet and straightforward to get registered. I am called pretty quickly, the first time before Jay even gets back from parking the car. I am sent to the room after only 20 mins of waiting, changed into a gown and put in a bed. Bed. Sleep. I fall asleep while Jay reads Glamour. (Nope, that is not a joke)
The doctor comes in and sends us up to ultrasound. Woo Hoo! Maybe we can tell the sex!
The ultrasound begins with the monitor away from me. Jay tells me it is definitely my baby, because it is squirming all over the place. After some confusion that I was 13 weeks, not 12w2d, we change format a little. Jay says he can see spine, ribs, head, arms, legs, feet…even fingers and toes! She sees a hearatbeat! 153 bpm. I saw a little, but I was just so relieved to hear everything was ok, it did not matter! Jay saw it, and the baby’s ok, that’s what matters.
So…we went home, I went to bed. Butterbean, who is an actual teeny tiny baby now, is safe and sound. I have my 12 week appointment this afternoon, so we will get more updates then.
