We've all been there, right??

Okay, so I know I probably don’t live in the most fertile state, people often freak out at the idea I’m going to birth my third child and I look so young. I used to be pleased with this and take it as a compliment, now I realize that people just don’t have a lot of babies in their twenties anymore. That is unless you live in Arizona or Utah, where I would be behind in my child producing at this point.
So I went into Talin’s classroom yesterday to attend the Valentine’s Day party, and eighteen kindergarteners turned around and could not stop staring at my belly, wide eyed with mouths open. Many of them started shouting out, “do you have a baby in there?” or “are you going to have a baby soon?” It was a little embarrassing, there were other parents around and I didn’t realize it was such a big deal to have a protruding stomach these days.
Sitting down at Talin’s table with five other kids to color our Valentine’s, the questions became quite interesting.
“Do you really have a baby inside of you?” (Must be an only child asking this??) “Why don’t you take the baby out right now so we can see it?” Um…not a good idea.
Talin’s response, “My mom has to go to the doctor’s to get the baby out.”
“Where is the baby going to come out of? How does it come out?”
My response, “maybe that’s something you should talk to your mom about, she can tell you.”
Talin’s kindergarten teacher walked by with a big grinner, it was quite amusing.

Earlier that day I went to Collin’s party, but not before I had a complete and utter break down. The morning started off well, I woke up and Tom had bought me potted tulips that I can plant in the spring, a box of chocolates and a card. So sweet.
I knew the day was going to be busy; my first run was to Wal-Mart to get the groceries for dinner I was making that night, and get it into the crock pot before heading to Collin’s party.
I waddled around WalMart for an hour, collecting everything I needed, plus some extra stuff for lunches and what not. The store was crowded, everyone was there picking up last minute Valentine’s Day goodies. So the line behind me in the check out was quite significant.
The lady starts ringing everything up. I look in my wallet for my food card.

No food card.

My stomach dropped.

What was I going to do??

I needed this food for dinner tonight, I couldn’t imagine telling the lady I couldn’t pay for it, and I was way too embarrassed as I thought of just walking away and wasting the past hour I’d spent collecting all the food. It takes me a lot of energy these days to do menial tasks.
I was seriously freaking out.

While I contemplated she finished ringing it all up and the total came up as $87.

Oh my goodness!

I did not have $80 in my account even, and all I had was my debit card.

What to do, what to do??
I rummaged in my purse and realized I had $37 left over from JoDee’s contribution to our Valentine’s dinner. Thank goodness for JoDee! So I handed her that.

$50 more.

Took the risk and ran my debit card, fully expecting it not to go through.

It did.

Sweet!
Unloaded my groceries into the car and drove away and lost it. I just could not stop sobbing. Twenty minutes later I’m still going at it, sobbing away, gut wrenching sobs, over this money. It was just so upsetting to me to think I had $400 on my food card somewhere, but not in my wallet to use that day. Made me sick.

Then the low point came.
There I am sobbing as I put the milk in the fridge, I go to blow my nose, and consequently wet my pants. Yeah, it was that kind of a morning. I mean I know I’m nine months pregnant and these things happen, but the timing of it all, I couldn’t believe it! It really sent me into a whole new commotion of tears, more for self pity reasons than anything else.
In the end things worked out well, I pulled it together in time to make it to Collin’s school for the party. Tom was not upset at me, like that’s a surprise! I found my food card. We had a lovely dinner, and my husband was very sweet (won’t go into those details!). And this morning I was able to go into Wal-Mart and get the money refunded onto my debit and repaid with my food card. But wow, what a morning!

Maybe tomorrow I can laugh about it, right?