A week ago today (5/2), my poor little car (affectionately named Emzie) had some excitement. I was in in a fender bender that I--unfortunately!--was deemed at fault.
Driving to work on Friday a.m., I was exiting the freeway behind a small SUV on a long merge lane that feeds into the main west-bound lanes. As he continued around the corner and began merging, I looked over into my blind spot and in that spilt second, he had stopped cold in front of me, for reasons never identified. So, I rear-ended him and my little Mazda slid right underneath the back. No airbags went off, but I did go into my seatbelt fairly hard. His car was pretty much fine, but my hood was crunched up and my bumper took some impact.
Pete was home because we were supposed to leave for a wedding that night in Moab. I felt fine, and had a friend take me home a couple hours after the accident. We headed to the hospital so that they could monitor Baby Thunder. S/He sounded great--good heartbeat, lots of movement. I, however, was having some minor contractions. Drinking a bunch of water helped, but they were still happening about 4 or 5 minutes apart. So, they gave me a shot of tribulene to relax my uterus and after five hours, they sent us home with orders for bed rest until we left for Florida on Saturday late morning. Thankfully, all has been well since then.
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