I’m so close to my breaking point.

Last week, I broke up with my bf. I was 33 weeks. He wasn’t responsible and decided he also doesn’t want this relationship or parenting role.

I thankfully got an apartment and got everything moved in. I’m so thankful for my family helping me move.

This week has just been awful 😣

Yesterday, I fell while bringing in groceries. Baby is fine. But my hip is sore when I walk.

Last night I had the worst toothache of my life.

Today, I had a wreck. I am 30 and been driving since I was 18. I’ve never even been in a wreck before. Some guy was speeding and swerved into me as I was coming to a stop at a stop sign, so of course, this will appear as my fault. So, now my insurance will go up. Baby is ok and my son is ok. He had no idea what was going on, the car didn’t really jerk or anything when it happened. But he just wanted me to roll the window down so he could talk to the police officers. (He’s 4 and autistic, and was mad I wouldn’t roll down the window for him to talk to him. He was almost throwing a tantrum.)

This could have been so much worse. 😭 at least none of us was hurt and my car, even though it’s ugly now, is still drivable thanks to my mother and her work with duct tape. The other driver had to get a tow truck. I’m going to call labor and delivery tomorrow to see if they think I should come in since I fell the other day and then the wreck. I guess I should have done that earlier but baby has been moving well and no blood or anything. It’s 7pm so I figured it is too late to go in now.

I am so stressed out. 😞