Everyone says that bad stuff comes in threes. Well, today we were struck with our third financial crisis (number one being Greg getting laid off, number two being having to unexpectedly pay for our own insurance for the upcoming baby delivery); my car died. It's been a good car, stuck with me since college and currently has 165,000 miles on it, so I knew it could go any day... but the timing is absolutely awful. Man oh man, it's hard to not feel like we are being buried at the moment.
It started acting up last night, making funny noises and stalling a couple times at lights. This afternoon it drove fine as I dropped off Palmer at my sister's so I could go to my OB appointment, but just before arriving at the office, it died in mid-drive. I coasted into the parking lot and to avoid hitting a car had to come to a stop right at the entrance. No matter what I tried the car would not start up again. Everyone was honking at me and getting very annoyed and I couldn't do anything about it. It's not likely that I could move a car on my own, but being eight months pregnant, there was no possible way. I called Greg in a panic and he said he would leave work and come to help. I put on my hazards and went to my appointment, letting the front desk know (on the verge of tears) that my husband was coming to move the car and to please not have it towed. Needless to say, at my visit my blood pressure was a little high. Greg arrived after a half hour, and was able to move the car into a parking spot. We went to the store to buy a towing rope and he towed me and the car to a nearby autoshop.
So I'm trying to be positive here. At least I made it into the parking lot and wasn't stuck on the street. Thankfully, Greg's work is unbelieveable slow with the department being laid off and he was able to help. My sister saved the day by watching Palmer for a couple additional unexpected hours as we towed the car. We have a small emergency fund we had planned on using on medical bills and to help with both of us losing our income (I will not be able to work for six weeks with the c-section recovery), but at least we have something to pull from and hopefully have enough to fix the car.
If anyone wants to send some happy, uplifting thoughts my way, please feel free to do so. I have faith that everything will work out, I really do. But it is hard not to get down when you are in the brunt of your trials.