Man on man... what I day I had! Morning was lovely - stayed in my pj's until 11:45am, just puttering around home. I had an appointment with my midwife at 1:30 so got organized for that & was out the door at 12:45 (30 min drive to the appointment) so I'd have lots of time to spare. The highway was under construction though so 15 minutes evaporated and just as I was realizing I was going to be late for my appointment, my muffler got VERY loud. I was feeling a bit scattered when I arrived at my appointment, but there were no other appointments that afternoon so it was okay that I was late. And DH is a mechanic, and has been working on repairs to a replacement car for me, so I knew it wasn't the end of the world. My appointment was great. Had a lot of fun with my midwife. I'm 15 weeks, and my uterus is already up at my belly button. However, I am 5'3" and have a short torso (low rise pants that are supposed to sit 1-2" below the belly button, land right on my belly button), so it makes sense that my uterus is 'high'.
DH works in the same town as my midwife so I drove to his shop for him to check the car out - he said that while it was very loud, the muffler would not fall off in the next 24 hours... so I continued my errands. 5:10pm, I'm in the parking lot at the grocery store of my town. Car is parked, engine is off, keys are in my purse, as I review my grocery list before going in. Next thing I know, the 1/2 ton truck in the space next to me is crunching the front corner of my car & pulling the bumper off. Seriously?! Are you Kidding me? The woman driving gets out of her truck and comes over to me (I'm still sitting stunned in my car at this point, but got out when I saw her coming) all and "Did you just drive into my truck?!" I look at her incredulously and say "Um... I'm parked. My engine isn't running. My keys aren't even in the ignition. You hit me." (I was parked evenly within the lines even!) More followed by her saying "So, do we just exchange phone numbers and go home now?" "Um.... No. We exchange phone numbers yes, but I'm pretty sure there is more than $500 worth of damage here so we need to get a police report written up". " But it's just a bumper." she says "It can't cost that much. Do we really need the police?" I said "My husband is a mechanic. I will call him at work and if he says its $500 or more in damage then I'll call the police for them to do a report." DH couldn't BELIEVE what I was telling him (this is the 3rd time I've been hit in this car, all while parked/in parking lots & all 100% NOT my fault) and said I definitely needed a police report. Which I knew, but I needed to call him anyway and it let me settle for a moment in my car, and let her try to calm down too. She wanted to move her truck, but I told her it needed to stay where it was until the police arrived to document things. We both took pics on our phones and exhanged info while waiting for the police to arrive. I made friendly small-talk while we waited. Because although I was seriously aggravated, I also realize that sometimes "mec happens" and being cranky wasn't going to help anything. I mentioned in my small talk that at least I had a replacement car ready to go as we were about to take this one off the road. At which point she volunteered to give us cash for the repair rather than run it through insurance. Which is fine by me, and DH had suggested that as well. I told her we still needed the police report, and that I would discuss it with DH and we'd let her know. On the exciting side, she was the first random stranger to ask how far along I am! So apparently I don't just look like I ate too many dougnuts anymore! Police arrived and did a report. She drove home. I bought my groceries and waited for DH to arrive and see if the car was drivable, or if we needed to have it towed (I have CAA so towing is free). He pulled the bumper off, put it in my car, and had me drive close behind him home since I didn't have signals anymore.
All of that would have enough of a pain as is, but to add to it, I'm a birth doula, and was going 'on-call' for a client at midnight for a client who is birthing the next town over - 30 minutes away. And now I had no way to get to her!! Working for a church has it's perks though.... DH called the pastor/my boss to tell him I wouldn't be able to come to work this morning as I had no wheels, and to ask if the pastor could drive me to DH's work & the ministry of transportation so I can get the 'new' car on the road this morning. Which he said was no problem at all.
And that.... is my story.... ! I go to get my replacement car in an hour.