Baby Blase

We were awake at 6:30 AM this Sunday. An insane lightning/hail storm threatened to destroy our house and did just that to our plants - they all have holes and tears and the deck is pock-marked. There was a three foot river of water, ice, leaves and branches running down our street - I was sure the car was going to float away. The cats were not stoked. And neither were we - there was no way we were going back to sleep. So, we got out of bed at 6:30 on a Sunday (YIKES! A preview of what’s to come?).

After a morning of nesting - our way: cleaning up bike parts - Marc got a new toy - from the living room; hanging new and old art on the walls; a bit of light cleaning and catching up on birthing videos - we headed to the church of Dim Sum for lunch. They are getting to know us there, which means we are starting to get offered the good stuff - when they offer us chicken feet we’ll know we’re officially in. While leaving the restaurant - all fat and happy - we got rear-ended by a round man in a security guard car with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

There is some damage to the car, Marc felt like he had a tweaked neck for a bit, and I felt like I got punched in the gut by the seatbelt (but, I think I took the majority of the blow - you have to believe that our bodies are made to protect our little babies from incidents like this - even if God never intended for morons in bright yellow cars to go around driving like maniacs on Sunday morning). I got out of the car and walked around the area a bit and when I got back in the kid was moving a lot. We drove to the hospital from the scene while waiting for our doctor to call us back. We got a hold of her as we pulled in, but, apparently if the accident happens at less than 30 mph, the airbags don’t deploy, there are no contractions or bleeding, we are fine. So, we went home and watched a movie. Everything is good, as far as we know. Here are some photos of our day gone bad:

Listening: Headlights