So, I have to go get my blood sugar tested. But to do so you have to fast. Fasting when you are pregnant is not something I enjoy doing. I want to eat when I want to eat. Anyways that means I have to wake up at 5:00am to get to Roosevelt by 7:00am drink nasty tasting koolaid, hang out for an hour just so I can get to work by 8:30am. Great plan but when you have everything planned out it never works, or at least not for me. I have everything ready to go because were going to go to SLC tonight after I was done working and pick up some things before my family came to visit. We leave pretty close to time and about 10 minutes before I get to Duchesne I hit a deer. Luckly, no one was hurt and I could still drive my car into Duchesne. Also luckly Allan had his truck in Duchesne so I continue on my adventures.
Everything ran late from there and nothing worked out according to plan. After hitting a deer I wasn't going to go to SLC because my car wouldn't make it and I really don't enjoy driving Allan's truck. Donovan and Alex are both grouchy because they had to be up so early. I am tired and stressed out because of everything that I have to do. And did you know if you want your insurance to claim stuff you have to report hitting a deer so they can verify that is the cause of damage on your vehicle? Needless to say the damage is going to cost at least $1000.00 dollars if not more and who knows when it will be fixed. The joys of hitting a deer. It ruins everything. Oh and just to make matters worst I thought I got everything out of my car but I didn't. The suit case that has everything in it is still in the car. Being so mine boggled that my plans are ruined I didn't think about going to the store.
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Oh Hannah, I'm so sorry. What a long day, and it really doesn't make it better when you're pregnant.
Okay, so you get the "that sucks" award for the day! Sorry you had such a crappy day. I hate the prego blood sugar test. Yuck. Anyhow, I hope you get everything worked out with the car sooner rather than later.
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