Our house alarm went off twice last night due to low battery. Talk about being jolted awake thinking someone was breaking into the house. Twice.
Needless to say I didn’t sleep much.
I had an ultrasound scheduled this morning on the other side of Atlanta at 8am.
Hurry and get ready and drop the boys off at school only to sit in traffic. I was 10 minutes late to my appointment and should not have been. I left in plenty of time.
At my appointment I almost passed out and she had to stop my ultrasound until I felt better. I think it was a combination of lack of sleep, a warm room, a wiggly baby and someone pushing on my stomach restricting blood flow.
I leave my appointment and sit in traffic yet again. It has been 30 minutes and I’ve moved about 15 feet. I can almost see my office, but cannot get there.
I want to park my car on the side of the road and climb the embankment and come back for the car later.
Probably not a good idea though considering I am insanely pregnant and ready to deliver in less than 3 weeks.
So instead I sit here with a million other cars and try to put it in perspective.
I am healthy. This baby girl wiggling inside me appears to be healthy. Our family is happy. We have good jobs, awesome family and great friends.
The people involved in the wreck that caused this traffic fiasco are not so lucky.
My father in law who is in the hospital right now with cancer is not so lucky.
Those without jobs (that want one) are not so lucky.
Those in unhappy marriages are again not so lucky.
Those with sick kids are not so lucky.
It is all about perspective. And right now I consider myself pretty lucky and very blessed.
I hope you do too.