Call Me Superstitious

I don't like Leap Year.  For some reason it freaks me out a little, kind of like the number 13, walking under ladders, opening umbrellas in the house, breaking a mirror, and black cats.  Plus this is my second pregnancy during a Leap Year, and I'm just grateful my due date is far enough from the day that I don't have to worry about delivering a Leap Day baby.

Thanks to this irrational fear of the day that only comes around every 4 years, I had a this weird feeling in the back of my mind like something bad was going to happen.  Kind of like the Ides of March, but in this case it was the 29th of February.

Everything was going so well.  I had been doing laundry non-stop since Monday night (more on that later), Ryan picked up the task of taking Emma to the eye doctor so I wouldn't have to wrestle with Lily during the appointment, my house was relatively clean and put together, plus I was meeting my cute friend and her baby boy for lunch.

So far, so good.

Lunch was great, conversation was even better, and Lily behaved herself (more or less).

That's when it all came to a screeching halt.

As I was fighting to get Lily in her carseat she reached out and batted at me with her hand.  Something she does quite often, but this time I wasn't fast enough in ducking it and she scratched me right across my eyeball.  It was like an eye-poke gone horribly wrong.  I quickly said my goodbyes to my friend and called Ryan to go get Emma from preschool because I could not even see to drive.  I thought maybe by the time he got her and met me where I was parked I'd be better.

Nope.  After 30 minutes, still no change.

I was in so much pain I couldn't open either one of my eyes.  By the time Ryan showed up I was barely able to see long enough to move into the passenger seat.

We got home and I took two Tylenol and crashed in bed.  I was completely useless, and my eyes would not stop watering.

My clean house was overrun by my children who basically ran free all afternoon.

And by 6:00pm (three and a half hours after the fact) my eye finally opened.

Like I said, call me superstitious, but I don't like Leap Year.

Comments

[Jen]

Wowza,
Crazy!!! How is it feeling now? I'm sorry to hear about such a rough day. I am with you on the whole leap year thing. It freaks me out too. I try and go about my day like any regular day and try not to even mention "leap day." Poor thing.

[karenstringham@gmail.com]

I'm SO sorry about your eye. Remember when that happened 32 years ago and you went into a coma and we were all freaked out? Maybe you need to put gloves on Miss Lily. I don't know why you don't like Leap Day. I LOVE it! I wish Matt had been born on Leap Day but he missed it by 16 days. However, he did manage to get baptized on Leap Day so that means he's been a member of the church for only five years:)

[Kobie]

Yikes! My eyes hurt just reading that! At least you got a nap out of the deal, right?

[Ashley]

Oh my goodness, you poor thing! I hope it's feeling better now. We are so excited to hear the news about the gender!