Oh, Brother!

So, where did I leave off? Oh right, the accident.

One night (February 15th, to be exact) I was taking Josh his lunch. His lunch break started at 9:30 pm, so it was more like a late dinner, but whatever. I had spent 4 hours making calzone from scratch (you heard me, COMPLETELY from scratch) and was excited to bring it to him because he likes it so much. I was driving down Three Lakes Rd, which has no shoulder, few street lights, and it was raining. I come out of the S-curves and see one car going in the same direction I'm going and two coming toward me. I must have been paying too much attention to the cars coming toward me because I didn't realize the car heading away from me was parked -- IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!!! I have about a two second reaction time from when I see the driver of the parked car waving his arms at me FROM THE DITCH (!!!) and when I go crashing into the car going 50 mph. I did have time to slam on the breaks and think, "Please don't hit it!!" But, my car didn't listen to my brain.:)

I ended up with nerve damage in my left thumb/hand, a severely sprained ankle (which still hurts most of the time), and bruised ribs.  There was nothing wrong with Jasmine, luckily...that was what I was most worried about at the time.  I got taken to the hospital in an ambulance, an experience I hopefully never have to live through again!  (The EMT was trying to put an IV into my arm over railroad tracks...enough said).  Josh was great helping me recover from the accident.  He would help me to the bathroom in the middle of the night, while he was working 10 hour shifts, mind you.

But, that's when things started to go downhill again.  Josh really hated his job and would take out the anger he had for his boss and his job on me.  I, of course, had some problems dealing with him being constantly grumpy because of the pregnancy hormones (which are THE WORST).  We fought a lot.  We almost split up on a few occasions.  But, we do love each other, so we worked it out. 

I had the worst pregnancy ever!!  I had 6 weeks of pre-term labor and was in and out of the hospital.  All of this stress wasn't helping our relationship at all.  On the day before our love was born, Josh told me he hated me because he had to work at Selmet to provide for me.  I got very depressed and ended up in the ER because I was having suicidal thoughts.  Spent 5 hours there before they would let us go home.  Not my favorite day. 

Ok, so I've covered a great amount of time in this posting, and I'm going to save the birth story for tomorrow night (hopefully!).  :)  Then we can move on to happier times in our life!!