You guys, ugh. These last few days have been kind of crazy.
It started on Friday. Lettie was all set to go to the pumpkin patch—her first school trip—and I was also going as her chaperone. We were both so excited. I mean, I was talking this field trip up for weeks.
Anyway, the kids were being transported to the farm via school bus. The idea of a two-year-old on a school bus sketched me out, so I decided to drive her in my car just to be safe.
So, naturally, we got into a car accident on the way there.
Effing New Jersey, dude. Every time I’ve been in a car accident it’s happened in Jersey.
I was sitting there at the world’s most confusing light trying to figure out if I could turn when, BAM, some guy crashed into the back of my car.
I immediately started screaming and crying because I couldn’t believe I got into an accident with my two-year-old in the back. That one second between when I got hit and when I turned around and saw that Lettie was ok was the scariest second of my life.
Luckily, she was ok. I was ok, too, minus a sore neck. Also luckily, the guy that hit us was nice. He was older and must’ve been a dad. He kind of talked me down from the ledge.
He was like, “You’re baby is crying because you’re crying. Why you don’t go sit in the back with your baby?”
So I did. And when Lettie stopped crying he was all, “Ok, your baby is calm. Why don’t we drive to the gas station to get off the road?”
After we got home, I went to the ER to get my neck checked. The doc said it’s likely just muscle strain and sent me home with a prescription for muscle relaxers. Our car will be in the shop for a week or two, but at least we get to drive a sweet Nissan Ultima rental.
That accident freaked me out, though. That same night I woke up and couldn’t stop picturing a different outcome, one where I turned around and Lettie was not ok. This resulted in a nice little 3 a.m. sob fest. I don’t know how anyone loses a child and survives. I really don’t. Even just the thought of it makes me want to throw up.
Now fast-forward through a muscle-relaxer-induced haze to the events of yesterday. A bit of background: Tim is a teacher in a seriously bankrupt school district. They’ve been saying for months that teachers need to contribute to the district’s debt, which is the result of years of bad money management—absolutely nothing that the teachers had anything to do with. Yesterday the school district had a secret meeting and cancelled the teachers’ contract. Is this legal? I have no idea, but I’m guessing no. The Teacher Union is going to sue, but who knows how long that will take. One of the results of this contract cancellation: they increased our monthly insurance contribution…by $550 a month.
5-effing-50 a month!
We could switch to my plan but, haha, my plan has zero infertility coverage. Tim’s does (which I know is incredibly rare and we are incredibly grateful for it). So either we find out a way to come up with an extra $550 a month or we’re going to have to potentially stop fertility treatments–at least until we can save some major dough. I don’t think the changes effect this current IVF cycle, so we will proceed as planned for now. Please God let this one work.
You know, not to add any more stress to an already pressure-cooker situation or anything. Aren’t I supposed to be heading into IVF all stress-free?
Tomorrow I go in for my baseline scan and then I’ll hopefully start stims by the end of the week. Please keep your fingers crossed that all goes well and we can get started. Oh, and tomorrow I’m also getting my fourth root canal in as many months. Party time!
I don’t know, guys. I try to be positive on the ole blog. But right now? I’m just feeling pretty overwhelmed. If you have any faith and or hope to lend me, I could really use it right about now. I promise to repay you in spades.