Big Girls DO Cry!

Especially when they're pregnant!

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I am not someone who cries a lot. In fact, it is rarity for me to cry at all. Even when I'm pregnant and my hormones are raging, it is more likely that I will get grouchy with a short-fuse or start laughing like a maniac.

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But not last night.

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I was so happy. I was teaching a class at JoAnn's. The mini-quilt coaster class. Hubby decided that he and the girls didn't need to attend Annie practice. I had planned on taking the boys to a local drop-in babysitting place. With Hubby staying home, I could leave the boys home saving me money and drive time. I left the house happy. Turned on NPR to get an update on the news and got about two miles from my home before I was pulled over by a police officer.

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The officer, after freaking out because I got out of my car (my driver's side window won't roll down); refusing to tell me why he stopped me until I had given him my license, registration and my insurance; and being a bit condescending, informed me that I hadn't come to a complete stop before I turned right on a red light.

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I was floored!!! I told him that Yes! I did stop. Whatever, he didn't even seem to acknowledge my response. He'd already started walking to his vehicle. All my extra time for getting to JoAnn's to teach my class went out the window as he took his sweet time filling out a ticket. I kept looking at the clock. My class started at 6:00 pm. When the clock hit 5:50 the injustice of it all hit me and I started bawling. Not crying. Not weeping. Full on bawling.

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I was being charged with something I hadn't done. The guy was taking his sweet time writing a ticket. He was a bit rude when I was pulling out the registration and insurance info. He was making me late for class. And on top of it all, I would have to pay a stupid fine! For something I didn't do! And it's Christmas time. And Anne's turning eight this year. All of my extra money is going towards presents for those two events. I bawled even harder.

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When the clock hit 5:55, I got my cell phone out, called Hubby, and asked him to call JoAnn's to let them know I'd be late. Hubby freaked out!! He knows I never cry and he couldn't quite understand what I was saying. He thought I was in an accident. I explained what happened, hung up, and kept waiting.

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The officer finally came back to my door. He explained the ticket and my options and then asked me to sign the ticket. I was sitting in my car, he held the clipboard at my elbow. I tried to take the clipboard so I could sign, he wouldn't let the stupid thing go!!! I had to climb back out of my car just to sign the ticket because he wouldn't let go of the clipboard. Seriously! Did he think I would steal his clipboard? I mean, the guy still had my driver's license. And my car was turned off. I had to climb out of the car to sign the ticket, which was difficult because he didn't move out of my way, so I only had a little bit of space to maneuver in.

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And he kept telling me that I had run the light. Umm, no, I sure didn't. It was like a preschool fight! Ya-huh. Na-uh. Ya-huh, Na-uh. Obviously I wasn't going to agree with him, but he just couldn't let it go. I finally told him (through my tears) that I was not going to agree with him. He stated once more that I did not stop completely. Holy Cow! Talk about beating a dead horse. And he didn't even seem to care that he made a pregnant lady cry. Which of course, made me cry harder.

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Anyhoo, I did make it to class and was able to teach without falling apart anymore. But as soon as I was back in my car, I started crying again. And I have been so sad ever since. Hubby has tried to cheer me up, but nothing seems to be working. Which makes me even sadder!!

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I have an attorney in my family. I haven't ever used him before. I talked to him last night and this morning. He is going to take care of the ticket for me. He is a very nice man. But I'm still sad.

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I tried reading funny stories on-line this morning, but nothing worked. The last (and only) time I was like this was when I was pregnant with Cakes...and the sadness lasted for a whole week! I sure hope it doesn't last that long this time. I'm writing this all out here, hoping that a little venting will help me feel better. And now I'm going to go try to find something good to eat, because that usually makes me happy. Wish me luck. :(