It could have been worse ~ I could have let it affect my mood. But I didn’t; despite the nasty weather and the flat tire I discovered on my way to my doctor’s appt, I have been in a fabulous mood all day. I think it’s about brightening other people’s days when they’re a little cranky too.

I did consider changing the tire myself, quite seriously. After all, I do carry a full size tire iron and a real jack (not the cheesy little one that comes with most vehicles). This is what I used to DO, every day, on vehicles much larger than the BMW. Changing a tire on a full size Suburban was always a full body effort for me, just man-handling the huge tire from underneath the vehicle. Surely this was no big deal…

But good judgment prevailed and I called AAA. The tow driver was a bit cranky when he showed up too and I apologized for dragging him out in the pouring rain for this. When we opened the trunk and he saw all the lockout tools I also carry, he did grin and ask “So…break into a lot of cars, do you?” I told him that I’m much more used to being the rescuER rather than the rescuEE and we got along splendidly from there.

Only a bit late to the appt and Dr. was quite pleased with how good I am at the whole Being Pregnant thing. He says the babies are really a great size (90th percentile) and I’m doing very well. I started to negotiate how soon we could be done with the whole process (we don’t have to go to 38.5 weeks, do we??? How’s 37? Can we talk about 37?), but he didn’t let me get far with that ~ it was just a “wait and see” kind of thing. Apparently I’m going to have to come up with something dramatic to get out of those last few weeks….hmmmm….