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We survived the winter relatively unscathed, and we even took our first family getaway to Keylime Cove. Henry LOVED the water park and had so much fun going down the water slide, so that makes me super excited for summertime adventures. Since we basically had no snow all of February, and some really mild days, we started spending time outside.
You guys. I've learned that my kid would live outside if we let him. Like, seriously, I don't know that he'd ever come in if given the option. So, again, summer is going to be a good one!
So we were cruising along into March, when all of a sudden, I got in a car accident. It was the one slick night we had that month, and I was driving home when another driver lost control, sideswiped me, and hit the median. The driver's side airbags deployed (ouch, y'all. Those hurt. And they're LOUD), and there was significant front end damage. And because it wouldn't be fun unless it was complicated, I was driving my mom's car because she had my car with the car seat in it while babysitting Henry. The whole ordeal was odd. Two amazing good Samaritans stopped and stayed with until police arrived, and I'm still incredibly grateful for them, because this story takes a twist.
While we were all stopped on the side of the road, a man pulled up behind our cars. He talked to us for a few minutes before announcing that his wife is the one who hit me, and he was looking for her because she called him. My new friends had the brains and the calm demeanor to ask for his insurance info, which they took a picture of before he left (his wife had stopped, but about 300 feet away and around the corner on a different street).
Four weeks later, I saw that man's face in a mugshot photo on our local news. He had stabbed his wife to death in front of their three children - she died on their front lawn while a neighbor held him at gunpoint so that he didn't go after their children. It's the understatement of the year to say the whole situation gives me incredibly bad vibes. I never saw the woman who hit me, but the thought of her dying in front of her babies like that kept me up at night for weeks. To this day, it still bothers me, but I'm trying to make my peace with it.
And then, just about a week after the car accident, as Dan and I were prepping for our all inclusive (and completely free) rewards trip to KEEP Collective's Glam Getaway in Punta Cana, we got something we'd been wishing for for months: A positive pregnancy test!
Let me digress a little more here and tell you that our first child was born nine months and three days after we got married. There was no trying there. Just, BAM, pregnant, and I'm pretty sure God intended it to be that way, because this time around, there was a lot of trying. And a lot of months where it wasn't the result we hoped for. And a lot of sadness when it wasn't. So, that positive pregnancy test was so, so exciting!
Except because of the car accident, it made me high risk for the first trimester. Two early ultrasounds later, we saw the heartbeat, and now at almost 15 weeks pregnant, we're moving right along! Baby P 2.0 will be here in November, and we're so excited to meet him or her!
The same week of my positive pregnancy test, both Dan and Henry came down with strep throat. So we were all feeling pretty miserable (all while cancelling a trip to Zika-infested Punta Cana, by the way - a trip I'd been looking forward to for months!). So March ended with a bang!
Then April rolled around, and I pretty much just wanted to fast forward it. While I was super sick in the mornings with Henry, this baby led me to be super sick from about noon to 10 p.m. daily. It. Was. Not. Fun.
So here we are, and it's mid-May, and I'm just now getting life somewhat back together. I won't even pretend that it's fully back together! I know this blog reads like a diary entry, and at some point, maybe I'll break it down and elaborate more on the situations, but that's life in a nutshell out of our household these days!
Bring on summer vibes, please!
