Monday was a long day, let me tell you. I woke up at 5:30 a.m. (after only being asleep for four or five hours) fully prepared to get ready for work. However, I had received a text from my sister asking me to come get her. So, a couple hours later, Husband and I were in our car and on our way to Cary, North Carolina, seven hours away. Of course, it took us nearly ten hours to get there due to the weather. It was raining so hard that we couldn’t see very well, and our car hydroplaned several times–once, we were literally thisclose to hitting a transfer truck in the lane next to us–so we made several stops to wait it out. Finally, though, we arrived and my sister was packed up and ready to go. By 2:00 a.m., eighteen hours after our trip began, we were home and in our beds.
Things just didn’t work out. I won’t go into detail because it’s completely her business, but I believe she felt like being here–being home–was the best thing for her and her baby. Right now, she is living with me due to lack of room at my parents’ house, and we are planning on getting her to the doctor this week. She hasn’t been yet, and she’s around seven weeks pregnant now, so we need to get her to the doctor to make sure everything is okay. Not only that, but I’m now able to help her make sure she eats well and has everything she needs.
I’m disappointed that things didn’t work out for her, but I’m glad she’s home with us. I’m glad she came to me when she needed me the most–I’ve always told her to do so, but I wasn’t sure if she actually would. I’m glad I was able to make the long trip to bring her home (and I’m glad I have an amazing husband who drove the ENTIRE way). Most of all, though, I’m glad she is home so that I can watch her grow and become a mother.
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