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So I feel so stupid!  In fact I can't even begin to explain my frustration.

Early Tuesday morning I was running some errands around town.  Just simple things going to the Dr. trying to figure out some car stuff.  The kids were at home with Jeremy.  I was driving home and was in a car accident.  I don't remember anything.  I couldn't tell you where I was at, what happened, where I got hit.  All I really remember is being in the Ambulance and being stabbed by a million different needles (well thats what it felt like) they just gave me a IV and I was gushing blood.  We must have hit a bump when he tried the first time.

Well, after I arrived at I don't really remember what was going on just lots of shots, clothes being cut off, and my hands being scrubbed and skin falling to the ground.

For that whole day I was constantly watched by nurses and Dr. I had a cat scan to see what was wrong with my brain.  Apparently nothing is wrong with my brain.  I would like to argue that fact.  Because right now I feel totally insane!!!  

Being in the hospital was one of the hardest things I have gone through in a while.  I hate needles and I felt like I was being stabbed in every direction.  Lets stab her in the legs with pain meds.  Lets stab her in the arms with medication to stop labor.  Lets stab her in the thigh with steroids for the baby. Lets do it all over again in higher doses because it didn't work the first time.  Now lets give her some sleep medication and some anxiety medication.  I don't do well on medication and they tend to have adverse affects on me.  No one would believe me until they saw with their own eyes how crazy and hyper-paranoid I had become.

Ahhhh....  I was so emotional I couldn't stop shaking.  I couldn't remember what happened and I was so worried about the baby.

I'm getting everything all mixed up but, when I first arrived they had a lady come in and give me a ultra sound to check everything out.  Everything looked good but, the baby was measuring off my due dates.  It was saying I was due Sept 26th so I still have 7 1/2 more weeks.  What??  I'm freakin out.  After hearing that I was super worried about the baby and really just emotional.

I feel really bad.  Jeremy arrived at the Hospital as soon as one of the nurses got ahold of him.  I was so out of it and feeling so crappy I really took a lot of my emotions out on Jeremy.  Oneof the many situations that I feel really bad about is.  They didn't want me to eat because they thought I would be delivering within the next couple hours.  I was starving I hadn't had anything to eat or drink all day.  Jeremy opened a bag of chips and began to eat them sitting next to me.  Then politely offered me a chip. I thought he was trying to be funny.  I was so emotional that I threw.  Well to the best of my ability.  The ice pack that I had on my hand at him and started crying.  He claims he didn't know I couldn't eat.

Well, to make a really long story short.  Because I know I tend to go on and on.  I'm back at home on lots of medication and strict bed rest. My hands are all wrapped up.  Jeremy says I look like the house elf on Harry Potter after he burns his hands.  I actually do when I look down at them.

I'm doing my best to get these contractions to stop but, I really can't get them to. I'm going to go and get another shot today.  My Doctor said come hell or high water we are going to stop this labor even if I'm at a 9 until we know the baby is safe and ready to come into this world.  I agree!  I might be miserable right now but, I will always do what is best for my kids!

Sorry if this blog doesn't make any sense.  I still feel so out of it!  In fact I'm going to lay down.  I love you all!!!  And from now on all of you are in my prayers that we will all travel safely to what ever destination we are going!!