First things first, you guys are amazing! I never in a million years expected SO MANY women to come forth and confess the same fear of pooping out their baby! I also did not expect all these awesome natural poop remedies. My grocery cart this weekend might look like someone is trying to un-constipate the state of Wisconsin. Y’all rule!
A few weeks ago I was hit by a car while walking across the street. I was very fortunate in that it was not terribly hard, I am fit and have good balance and I was wearing sneakers instead of my usual Mary Jane’s so I did not fall. It did leave my hip pretty bruised and sore and my wrist hurt for days. What was so terrifying about this incident is that the Cadillac SUV was flying through the bus lane, racing to the stop light for God knows what reason. When they hit me no one stepped out of the car, instead the driver rolled her window down half an inch (not an exaggeration) to ask in bewildered broken English “What happened?”
You hit me, you idiot!
They hit me at the bus stop. The same bus stop where I catch my bus home each day. The same bus stop I walk by every day. Of the 12 or so people at the bus stop, not one asked if I was ok. Not one came to help me. Not one picked up their phone to call the police. I was shocked, bewildered and just limped off, completely forgetting to get the license plate number or insurance card.
I have walked across this street hundreds of times. I walk to work at least three times a week. When not pregnant and exhausted I often walk home from work. Some days I bike to work. I walk and bike to the market. I LOVE being a pedestrian. After three years of sharing one car with my husband this pedestrian status has become a badge of honor. And it keeps my ass toned. Usually I feel safer on foot or bike then I do behind a wheel.
Now newly pregnant, every walk to work is laced with this obsessive fear of getting hit. My walks used to be these wonderful, cleansing times. The three miles of meditative reflection on the previous day got me ready for the new day ahead. These walks used to fill me with the energy I need to deal with a less-than-awesome job. This week, though, my walks have sucked. I’m jumpy and terrified of getting hit again. In my mind this horrible video plays on loop of me getting hit, being carried away and later learning my baby is dead. It’s ridiculous and anxiety producing and is really killing my morning zen.
Yesterday while driving I saw a motorcyclist get hit. Not five minutes later a cyclist was hit. Two weeks ago one of our friend was biking to work and got hit by a car at quite a high-speed. He is still recovering. Three weeks ago one of the Professor’s students came into class early with her mom to explain she had been hit by a car while walking across the street and was knocked unconscious. Could she please take the exam later?
What the hell, y’all? I want to keep walking to work. Walking is so good for me and baby. I actually feel really good in the mornings, too, and need to get my exercise in when I can. (Just like the last pregnancy, I feel great in the morning and like garbage in the late afternoon/evening). I already don’t listen to music while walking so I can hear approaching cars. Why do these idiots have to ruin it for me?
I’m thinking about ordering one of these for my back pack. Dorky? Yes. Better than getting hit again? Abso-freaking-lutely.