So, I got into a car accident on Wednesday evening. I probably shouldn't post too many details or certainly not admit to any guilt, because who knows, this blog might be admissible evidence in my court case next month, but I can probably give you a few details. I was at a stoplight, in the right turn lane. The pick-up truck in front of me started to move. I started to move. Next thing I know, his truck was stopped and my car was wedged under his bumper, my hood all crumpled and bent like the cheap piece of crap it is. At some point, possibly and most likely due to my impact, his truck hit the SUV in front of him, which happened to carry a seven month pregnant woman who requested to be taken to the hospital.

I'm pretty sure I'm liable for both these cars and for this woman's medical care. The good news, I guess, is that my car got the worst of it, and the other two cars seem fine save for some paint and a small dent or two. The bad news is that I'm freaked out about the pregnant woman and the fact that she went to the hospital. The whole thing happened at a slow rate of speed, so I keep telling myself that she and her baby are probably just fine, but it still scares me to think about. I don't know when or if I'll find out anything about her. I suppose my insurance will call and give me the scoop once they know. Or I'll be summoned with a subpoena by her attorneys, whichever comes first.

I don't know if you know this about me, but I do not handle stress well. At all. I've been sick about this whole nightmare. Strangely enough, while I do not handle stress well, I seem to be okay under pressure. I didn't cry after the accident. I didn't have a complete melt down at the scene or with the officer. Instead, the situation and its possible consequences stewed around my belly creating the perfect worry soup, complete with delayed vomiting later that night and the strangest poop I've ever taken.

I did go to the doctor the next morning to have them check my kid's heartbeat. I did this at the recommendation of Tara, who told me a similar story that happened to her. I wasn't even that worried about the baby, if you can believe that, but only because I was going so slow when the accident happened that I was barely jolted in my seat. Nonetheless, it was definitely a good idea to be sure, and the baby's heartbeat was nice and strong. Oh, that kid of mine. He/she will be nothing like his/her train wreck of a mother- he/she will be solid and calm and strong and reasonable, I just know it.

I only hope the other lady's baby fared as well. I'm sure it did. Right?

Anyway, I'm seventeen weeks at this point, with my court date in early March. I should be nice and showing by then, so hopefully the judge will take pity on me. That's my plan- be as respectful and pitiful as possible. And to remain okay under pressure, only allowing the stress to manifest when I'm in the privacy of my own bathroom.