In the weeks ahead (I’d say days if I weren’t so busy/lazy), I’ll be integrating my technology Weblog, nerd.newburyportion, back into the main Web site. It will still be focused on technology/programming issues, but it will feel like a part of the overall newburyportion Web site. This means stylistic changes to unify them — although I still like the charcoal and “piss yellow” (as my buddy Josh called it).
Anna also wants her own Web site, which will be integrated here, but be stylistically all her own. (Hint, hint, you lazy devil: the sooner you draw up the design, the sooner I can code it.)
Work, work, work…
Last Thursday, I had a bit of a scary accident here in Newburyport. They are certainly not kidding when they say that most auto accidents occur near the home. I was returning from buying baby-proofing supplies in anticipation of a visit by my cousin Kim and her little son Cam, when I passed through the intersection.
There is one intersection which I have dreaded and feared since the moment we moved here. I have done my best to avoid it, or at the very least to approach it from a different (read: safer) angle. But it is an intersection without a light, and through which most cars travel about 10mph faster than the posted speed limit.
Well, to make a long story short, there was an accident. I was involved. I am fine. After a four-hour observation period (including yet another ultrasound- geez, this kid is going to have an album of photos before she is even born!), we found out the bean was also fine.
My car is not so fine. Right after the impact, my front bumper fell off my car with a loud “clump”. I had to try and retrieve it from traffic. Not fun. No one seemed to understand that I did not want to waddle my pregnant belly around any more than they wanted to be inconvenienced by driving around my huge belly and bumper chunks, but few people stopped or even slowed down. They honked, which of course was far more helpful.
The next day I walked a little over a mile to the DPW (Dept. of Public Works) to pick up my license plate, which they were unwilling/unable to remove from my bumper at the scene. The gentleman with whom I met was very nice, and when he saw my belly, said that they could have dropped off the plate instead of making me walk. If only that possibility had been mentioned before. Ah, well, at least it was a nice day for a walk.
According to the insurance company, the “green machine” (aka my little Honda Civic) can be repaired. I certainly hope so. However, I am also prepared for the possibility that a bent frame or other ugly hidden damages might be found when I finally bring it in.
Moral of the story: driving is difficult; DWP (driving while pregnant) is even more so.
Punch line: my mom just told me the other day that she had an accident apiece during her two pregnancies, each at approximately the same time as I (between 5 and 6 months). Coincidence? Perhaps, but I certainly warn Wee to watch out when her time comes…
We’ll be heading to Acadia National Park in a couple days. Anna has insisted on going camping. I told her I’d be willing to spring for a plush room at a B&B, but she wouldn’t hear of it. If you ask me, she’s going a little overboard with this whole camping thing.
It will be my second visit to Acadia and Anna’s first. We’ll be certain to take some photographs and fill you in on all the details.
Of course, it will be good fun watching Preggo walking along the carriage trails in the park.
