Just Rambling
After I got through my initial “I’m pregnant” freak out, I tried to convince myself that as a mom, I’d still do all the things I love... I’d just have a mini-me along for the ride!
So far, this has been true. Until today.
My husband had to go out of town for a business trip overnight. Every time he’s gone since I’ve been with him, I’ve traveled right alongside him. We haven’t spent more than a work-day apart from each other for the last year and a half. Even when I was almost 9 months pregnant and going to the OB once a week to check on baby, I still made a trip with him work.
We packed up today and hit the road. All was fine until maybe 40 minutes in when the roads started getting more wet and slightly icy. I was driving behind him and started to get this overwhelming feeling that I shouldn’t be doing this.
I’ve traveled the country alone, many solo road trips all over the place for days on end. I’m not easily scared when I’m behind the wheel. But I had my baby in the back seat. And I was going with because 1. I was afraid to be apart from him. 2. I really wanted to go shopping (we live HOURS from the nearest city and I’m 100% city girl).
I couldn’t help but feel I was putting our baby in danger driving on these roads for nothing. So, I did what I felt best and I’m back home.
He’s got a few more hours to drive and I’m trying so hard not to panic. He should be fine, but I worry.
I don’t know. I guess I just needed to tell someone I’m scared to be alone for the night. Which is ridiculous because I not only love being alone, but I’ve lived alone a lot. I know it’s just one night, but I hate it.
Sorry for the rambling guys.
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