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!
