13 weeks, and 3 days!
Yes, that's me rounding into the 2nd trimester. I know it's been a while, let's just say that libido, motivation and the ability to keep my temper all disappear when I am pregnant. Blame the baby.
It's been a rough time lately, but since last you read, in horror... I basically told my doctor and the nutritionist to leave me the hell alone, or I quit!
As it turns out my numbers are good, so the doc is willing to see me every 2 weeks as long as I keep the status quo. In complete and utter honesty I do flub about 5 numbers every time I report to her the last 2 week's worth of numbers. Not because I am trying to lie about it, my A1c would give me away, but because I don't need doctors and nutritionists up my ass "shoulding" all over me when I make a conscience decision to deviate from my diet. I want to have bad days. I know better than to have them too often. I just don't need a class and a lecture every fucking time I want to have an extra piece of fucking bread. I know it's putting the baby in danger, I get that, but a stressed and pissed off me is yet more dangerous to my nugget... so they can eat me.
Yes the subject still makes me rage.
I got into a car accident last weekend. Saturday we drove up to Shreveport to visit a family member passing thru, husband's brother, husband drove, husband was excited. He was driving badly all day to be honest, if I let myself get caught up in the should haves, I really should have driven, or said no to the trip seeing as we could barely afford it as it was, but hindsight's 20/20.
He was making a left turn in a major intersection, we had a green arrow turn lane that turned into a yield on green. It was now solid yellow and he shot into the intersection, figure at the last minute he would make the turn when oncoming traffic got the red. But oncoming traffic still had a green. So instead of staying put he decided to shoot across the 2 lanes of traffic frogger style. I said oncoming traffic still has green and he began to shoot anyway, I followed that up with, no, no, no, no, no as he turned. The last car we had nearly passed, she never stopped, I dunno how you don't see a BIG BLACK SUV in your lane. Bonus, she was uninsured! We're still at fault.
She hit the rear passenger tire.
What this means; she hit the car 2 feet from where my daughter's car seat was. Kid was napping, she was rattled, her neck hurt a little from the seat strap, she is FINE. Husband was out of the car and looking for the other victim as well as at the damage of our car, he's FINE. After impact I did a quick personal assessment of me, upper hurts, lower fine, kid in backseat more important. As soon as I could rest assured she was fine I started to asses me. Right hip a teeny bit sore, belly fine, no feeling of pain or wetness anywhere below my breasts (ie; baby fine). Neck... FUCKING OW, back, shoulders achy. I have a hickey on my neck from the seat belt, I was sporting a few very faint bruises across my chest, below my boobs, along my back and shoulders were sore for a while, now it's just the main muscle that goes from my jaw to my clavicle on the left (don't ask why, it's weird) side. If I sneeze or yawn too big, I will cry out like a little bitch.
Saw the doc today, she agrees with me, I am gonna be sore, nothing worth fussing over. She also agrees with me, baby is well protected so having no pain, spotting or gushing after the accident is a beautiful sign. We finally got to listen to the strong little heartbeat today. 150! So all in all we're on the up and up.
We have no money, no car and no resources to fall back on. But we're okay.
Hopefully we'll find out if we've been approved for a loan tomorrow, just a teeny one to fix the car and/or get a cheap newer used car and pay it off when taxes come in February. It's the best we can do.
Oh yah, she BENT our rear axle and loosened a connection hose to our gas tank... her car has minor front body damage... and i'm pretty sure she wont be coming after us, seeing as she didnt even bother sticking around to trade information with us.
All the things I was looking forward to this year are pretty much shelved till next year.
Husband is feeling like and asshole, and apologetic to the nth degree. I don't forgive him, I call him on his excuses, and yes I have been unapologetically blunt with him lately. This too shall pass, I think he needs to stop trying to eat crow and make it right.
Otherwise everything is on the up and up.
