This morning I snapped a picture of the bag I packed last night. Packing the bag to take to the birth center has me a little flipped out. I am not a girl that prepares for things ahead of time typically. And I most certainly do not pack in advance. I like to start packing at 11:30 pm, somewhere around the middle of the second bottle of wine, for a longer trip. Or while everyone is getting in the car I like to rush around and throw some things in a bag as I race out the door for a long weekend.
So once I get packed, it means it is time to go. Or at least that is how my brain works.
So, as I prepared to leave the house this morning I made sure to take a picture. Because I could have the baby any second. I could go in to labor. Today. Because I am packed. Which means it is time to go.
And I thought about that as I made coffee. As I put my lunch in my lunch bag. As I started the dishwasher. As I locked the side door and said “Hop in the car, Fish.”
And I started to kinda mentally map out a little blog post about how the bag in our bedroom was giving me the creeps.
And maybe that was what I was thinking when I started to back straight down my driveway. In to a ditch.
Straight down my not exactly straight driveway. In to a ditch. And a tree.
I sat there for a moment. Stunned. And then I started to laugh. Well, that’s some Pregnancy Brain right there. Is there really any need to debate whether or not it is a real thing? I can’t even back out of my own damn driveway? This was certainly better blog fodder than a picture of a black Eddie Bauer gym bag.
I was calm and cool until while on the phone with MQD a woman stopped and looked at me, with pity, and asked me if I was okay.
And then I fell apart. And I cried and told MQD I didn’t know what I was going to do. That it was cold outside!!! He calmly told me to go inside . Our house. Since I was in the driveway. And call AAA.
Of course, AAA. I forget about AAA. Because I do not prepare for things. Like minor car troubles. Or needing a tow. Or going in to labor. But I guess I do now. Because I have a bag packed. And a picture of our AAA card saved on my phone. Texted to me by my patient husband. As I tried to figure out how I was going to stay warm. While standing in my driveway. Staring at my car.
The chances are pretty good I won’t put my car in a ditch any time soon. Since I have the number for AAA in my phone now. So, I wait. And try not to think about the fact that since I have a bag packed…. I might never have this damn baby.
