August 14, 2013 by bestdayevar
The past week has definitely had its share of yay moments and boo moments — I’ll start with the yay.
This morning I had an OB appointment, and we got to hear the heartbeat! It took a minute for the nurse to find it, during which my husband and I exchanged a look of wide-eyed panic. But PHEW, she found it, and it was a beautiful sound. 161 beats per minute. Here is a (incorrectly oriented SIGH) video, but you can only watch it if you promise to ignore the 14 chins that this awful angle gives me. I mean, I know I’ve gained 6 pounds but I didn’t think it was all chins?
My progesterone is great and I get to stop taking the supplements, yay! All the blood tests I did came back normal/negative, including Cystic Fibrosis, Fragile X, HIV, chlamydia, etc etc etc. Next week I go to the perinatalogist for the fancy nuchal translucency ultrasound, which is great because we haven’t actually laid eyes on this kid since week 7, when it was just a tiny blob. Next week we get to see an actual baby! Or a kitten! Whatever is in there!
Now for the boo moment.
It starts with a yay — on Saturday, I felt better than I had this whole pregnancy. I felt so good that I decided I was going to go for a walk! Outside! Not an imaginary walk completed in my mind from the comfort of the couch! I guess the whole fartbarf incident was a low point, because after that things started to look up.
So, I’m walking down my street, jamming to a Spotify playlist at 9:30am, rejoicing in how non-nauseated I feel, and I notice a car pull up next to the sidewalk in front of me, directly in front of an apartment building. The guy in the car doesn’t get out, though, just sits there. In the back of my brain, I think, “Huh, dude must just be taking a while to get himself together to go into this apartment building.”
I walk another block and notice the same car pull up alongside the sidewalk in front of me again. I think, “Hm, that’s a little weird, I wonder if this dude is lost and needs directions or something.” So when I got to where his car was, I glanced over to look and see what the deal was.
Hand + penis.
That was all I saw. The image is burned into my brain.
I snapped my head back to facing forward, ripped the earphones out of my phone and immediately dialed 911 while walking away as fast as possible.
Dispatcher: “Fire, police, or EMS, which are you calling for?”
Me: “Uhh, I don’t know, I’m walking and there is a guy following me in his car masturbating, so…?”
She asked me where I was, what kind of car it was and whether he was black, white or Hispanic.
Me: “It’s a silver Matrix, and he’s white.”
Dispatcher: “Can you give me a description of the guy?”
Me: “I actually didn’t see his face at all. All I saw was…” Nervous/scared laughter.
Dispatcher: “It’s okay, I understand. There’s an officer in the area, we’re sending him over to check it out.”
They also had me give them a description of what I was wearing, in case they saw me and a dude on the street they could intervene. The shitty part was my house was back in the direction of where the dude was parked, so I had to cross over to a different street to try and avoid seeing him again on my way back. Eventually I got ahold of my husband, who was out, and he immediately dropped what he was doing and came to pick me up.
Because I started thinking, what if this guy had actually started following me earlier and I hadn’t noticed? What if he saw where I lived? What if he tried to attack me in my house while I was there alone? TERRIFYING.
Every day since then my husband has driven around the neighborhood looking for silver Matrixes. He is PISSED.
I no longer really feel that unsafe at home, because I think the chances that this creeper saw me leave my house are small. And I have 3 skittish cats to protect me, so… But will I be taking any walks by myself in the near future? UH, NO. Which is a real shame and pisses me off, because our neighborhood is nice! I always felt safe before, and I hate that this a-hole has made me feel otherwise.
So, that’s it. The yay totally outweighs the boo, but still fairly upsetting and gross.
Now, here are some kitten sit-ups to make us all feel a little bit better about the world: