It's always the things that I find myself worrying about the most that actually happen. I was super worried about getting married (in the 6th grade), I worried about doing well in school (maybe that one doesn't count), worried about finding a house of our own and being able to afford it and about having a baby. I guess that officially makes me a worry wart (Thomas hates worry warts!). During this pregnancy I've been SUPER concerned/worried about getting into a car accident/rear-ended because of some information I've heard about their relationship with miscarriages. Well it happened. And it was scarry.

It happened Saturday night really close to home, with two really great (and calm) friends in the car. We were stopped at a light and some *really mean/rude person* hit us from behind. I think he had some speed to him as we heard his tires locking up and screaching for a good 5 seconds before he actually hit us. I actually started to scream when I heard that sound...I think I knew what was going to happen (It was this really lame high-pitched "I know what you did last summer" kind of girlish scream, and I had a some throat that night from it too). Brittany B. was in the back seat behind the passenger seat, Brad was in the front, I was driving. Thomas was pretty proud of me that I had left some room between my car and the person in front of me (we didn't hit). After Mr. Nice Guy hit us in his gigantic white dodge truck, he conveniently made his way up the empty left hand turn lane, blew the red light, and took off free and clear down the road. No one stopped, at all. It was rather crappy.

We were all pretty shaken up and had it not been for the two really calm people in the car with me I probably would have really freaked out, a lot more than I did. Thanks guys!

The police came, Jeremy met us at the scene, we made a report and that was it. Oh but I did make one interesting bathroom trip to this tavern that I hope I'll never have to enter again. Jeremy came with me though.

After the police report I wanted to go to Kaiser to see/make sure that the baby was okay. I was having some major cramping, and my belly felt as if someone had punched me. My seat belt locked up pretty good, but I think that the majority of it was caused by me tensing up so much those few seconds before. So Brittany accompanied me, I got checked out (the dr. had a hard time finding baby ham's heartbeat, and actually hung her head and shook it saying "no", then she found it, what seemed like a minute later, and said "ok", she made me cry of course, and then we were on our way.

It was all pretty interesting. Brad is maintaining his macho vibe and claiming no injuries, I suspect that poor Brittany got shaken up pretty good back there, but she isn't talking. I'm sore as heck, so I'm left to assume they're both liars! :) It could have been a lot worse!

So, the good news is that I'll finally be getting that bumper fixed and people wont automatically assume that I'm a bad driver when they see my car/bumper anymore. The better news is that we have insurrance and we can fix it, when we scrape together our deductible. The best news is that we're all okay...even baby ham!  Thank God!!!!!!