I was in the middle of a week of chaos, extreme fatigue, and a lot of work. To top it off, my husband left for Penn Relays early, meaning I was once again in single parent mode. I was tired....no, I was exhausted. I kept praying for Friday night, knowing that the weekend brought a much needed long run with friends and added rest. When I am pregnant I really REALLY appreciate the weekends.
And then I had a moment.
I was in my car, just having dropped Maddy off at daycare and almost to work. I was in the far left lane getting ready for the turn, when someone pulled out right in front of me. I slammed on my breaks and pushed back hard on my seat (like it was going to help) but I couldn't stop fast enough.
BANG. We hit. My car their car....
I didn't know what to do, my heart racing. Eventually we both pulled off the road, called the police, did the whole report thing. I was standing there, 5.5 months pregnant thinking about how messed up my day was going to be now..... not even realizing how lucky I was.
On some good advice, I went and got checked out. Being pregnant and all, any sort of accident you should go make sure things are OK. And, things were fine. I am fine. The air bag didn't go off, I didn't hit hard enough for that. And, later on it hit me, what if it had? Things may have been very different right now. My baby may have been in trouble. My car, that's replaceable. The person growing inside me is not.
I took a break from playing catch-up with work and started reading a blog on Salty Running about struggling with infertility. It made me feel guilty somewhat, I have never struggled with this issue, and I feel that most days I do not appreciate the baby making ability that I have been blessed with. This women has tried to have a child for 4 years. I basically just breath wrong and I am pregnant. I need to make sure I take a moment everyday and appreciate what I have. I am healthy, my baby is healthy.
I am thankful. Very, very thankful. Everyday.