For me, there are a couple of ways to tell that I am pregnant. 1. The belly, obviously. 2. I eat a lot more, bigger helpings, and more often. 3. I cry about everything. It is a little bit ridiculous. Usually in the middle of my crying I am laughing at myself and thinking what a loser I am to be crying about these silly things.
Well, yesterday afternoon, Travis sold his truck. Having no income with your husband in school, living off of loans and goverment assistance isn't exactly fun or easy. So we have been trying to sell his truck for about a year and a half. And since we got back from Illinois, he has had to fix two different things on it. So who knows what was going to be next. Anyway, the guy that bought it came from New Mexico and didn't even care about any of the problems with it. It is sold, and we are officially a one car family... oh my! I hardly ever leave the apartment, so that isn't a big deal. It just means that we have to plan better.
As Travis was outside with the title in his hand getting ready to go to the bank and sign everything, I started crying. Sad? Maybe. Pregnant? Definitely. It was one of those times that I was telling myself that I am an idiot, this is stupid.
But then I started thinking of the fun times in that truck. It was Travis' first truck. He had that truck when we started dating. How many times did we go out on dates in that truck? How many times did he open my door for me? How many times did we throw a bunch of crap in the back to go somewhere? (And when you are having your first baby and buying things like a crib and a swing and high chair or when you are painting your dining room table, trucks really come in handy!) How many times did Travis not renew his registration and then switch vehicles with me so I could get pulled over and have to go to court? How many times did he get it stuck in a ditch while trying to impress me? Okay, the last two were only once. There were a lot of memories and it will be remembered. Today, Travis assured me that someday we will have a better one to make more memories with! Seriously... it is just a car. I'm over it!
But then I started thinking of the fun times in that truck. It was Travis' first truck. He had that truck when we started dating. How many times did we go out on dates in that truck? How many times did he open my door for me? How many times did we throw a bunch of crap in the back to go somewhere? (And when you are having your first baby and buying things like a crib and a swing and high chair or when you are painting your dining room table, trucks really come in handy!) How many times did Travis not renew his registration and then switch vehicles with me so I could get pulled over and have to go to court? How many times did he get it stuck in a ditch while trying to impress me? Okay, the last two were only once. There were a lot of memories and it will be remembered. Today, Travis assured me that someday we will have a better one to make more memories with! Seriously... it is just a car. I'm over it!
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Em,
I was so sad when Dad sold the yellow Maverick with a wide black stripe (look it up), but you do what you have to do. And you are pregnant.
Ohhhh Emily! If it makes you feel any better, I almost cried, reading your story. I know what it feels like giving things up like that. I mean, you kno winthe back of your mind that it's the right thing, but it doesn't make it not sad. Anyway, good for you guys for getting it sold, and hopefully, you won't be sad in a day or two more.
I don't know if it is just a pregnancy thing. . .there is something about, well stopping the memories that are associated with the car. . .my son still cries about our red truck that we sold when Spencer was born to get our new one. . .Good for you getting it sold! I hate that part of selling cars!
I know what you mean about hormones and crying! At church I was thinking about something sad and I started crying. Not just crying but sobbing and gasping (it was loud) and then I got embarassed because I was loud and the tears were streaming down my face and to make things worse my daughter always points out when I am crying even at movies she stares at me during the sad parts and then comments on my crying--so she was talking during sacrament asking me why I was crying, telling the people around her that mom is crying and telling me it was ok. Anyways, I had to hunch forward under the pews so people wouldn't see me. On any other day, I would think about the same thing and maybe my eyes would water! Oh well. It happens to the best of us!
Isn't pregnancy crazy!! Our bodies(and minds) go through such crazieness! It was a good truck! We always talk about cars we used to have and different things that happened to us or things we did in them.
I loved those crazy hormonal moments... and I would think the exact same thing -- why the heck am I crying??? The best part is how quick it can pass and you're back to normal... and swing too far the other way and fly off the hook! Either way, isn't pregnancy fun?!?! :)
I would like to say that it is just a pregnancy thing for me but I feel that since I have had babies that I am more emotional. I cry over things I would not have cried at before I had a child.
That is sad. Lorin has a truck that we leave at his parents because it isn't registered & it's a terrible city car. Anyway, he wants to fix it up & sell it someday - I know I will be sad. There are lots of memories in cars :) But yes - you are pregnant...and 36 weeks!! I can't believe it!
I completely understand the attachment to a car/truck thing...hello, I'm married to Mr. I LOVE CARS...we've gone through a lot of different ones over the years...my favorite is still that old Ford truck he drove in high school....ah memories!!! :)
Oh yeah, and for the pregnancy thing...what are you talking about? I NEVER cried! Ha Ha! Just kidding! You're so close, Em!!!
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