Well, today started off as any other Wednesday. I went to my spin class at the Y and did my thing for 40 minutes! Not too shabby if I do say so myself. I left class to many warm wishes from people and jokes of "We hope we don't see you next week!" The day continued as normal with me off to work, etc. My doctor appointment was scheduled for 2:10pm and I met my husband at the train station by 1:30ish. He informs me that the tire of the car is rubbing against the quarter panel on the right side. Let me back track a little. The other night, on a spur moment burst of motivation, we headed to IKEA to pick up some decor, etc for little baby girl Burke's bedroom. On the way home, while driving on the lovely paved streets of Boston, I hit a (sizable) pothole. Oops. A strange noise then kicked in soon after; however, after my husband and I "looked" at the car.. all seemed fine. Our conclusion was - perhaps a loose muffler banging against the car? I was relieved. Okay, back to where I was: me walking off the train to meet him today and seeing the wheel completely rubbing against the quarter panel. To put it lightly, I started freaking out. After conversing with my Dad, etc... the conclusion was to carefully drive it to our shop just a mile away. Well, on the way I drove over a tiny little bump (it's Boston - they're unavoidable!) and the tire moves back into place (seemingly as the noise disappeared!) I'm still a wreck at this point and pull into the shop, open the car door and proceed to try to explain the issue through streaming tears to the guy at the shop. He tells us - don't worry, it's a control arm *blah blah blah*. Well, now I'm worried about my prenatal appointment, which is scheduled to start in, oh, 25ish minutes? I call the OB/GYN office, talk to the guy at the shop and the plan is: leave the car there while they call around for the part and take the bus to the appointment.
The next part of our journey is fairly comical. My husband jogs head of me holding my large raspberry colored tote bag on his shoulder while I pathetically jog/walk/waddle behind him holding my barely functioning purple umbrella. Well, my little athletic stint ended up creating some severe pain in my right hip. I'm currently still in substantial pain. Oh fun.
So, we arrive for the appointment and the regular prenatal business takes place. Including my doctor telling me I may be carrying around a 9 pound baby. He then says "I'm actually on tomorrow, maybe I'll see you!" Sounds like I could go anytime. However, as a precaution, I'm scheduled for another appointment because as my doc said "I've been wrong before."
Appointment ends, and hubs and I realize that - oh shoot, if I go into labor tonight and we don't have a car that'll be bad.... now we need a rental. We head on over to Enterprise-Rent-A-Car and get the most inexpensive vehicle. But, the guy takes a look at my bulging belly and decides to upgrade us to a bigger and better vehicle at no cost. Sweet. We take that puppy out for a bite to eat and mid-dinner get a call from the shop. What do they say? The car is done. DONE. "Nicole, you should really get a rental because we don't know if it'll get done until tomorrow.. blah blah" and now, 1.5 hrs later... the car is done. Well, that's just grand, but we just dropped mula on a rental. Figures. I phone up ERAC and the guy says come on over and we'll work something out. So, hubs picks up our car, I go to Enterprise - get a bit of a discount ("half day rental" equals 1.5 hours I guess..) and when all is said and done we're $257.50 poorer.
And here I sit, with a sore hip, a (possibly!) 9 pound baby in my belly, and moose tracks light ice cream in the freezer. Good night and farewell, and maybe my next post will be a birth story!
The ice cream part sounds really good :)
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