My husband has been out of town this week for business. I don’t like when he goes because it feels like there’s this huge empty space in the house. It’s so quiet that I leave the TV on before falling asleep so that I don’t have to listen to the silence. For the most part I do okay with this for a few days and I try to keep myself busy which helps.
But last night was a different story. I had last heard from the CPA around 3:30 pm my time (1:30 his time) when he was on his way to an afternoon meeting. It was a couple of hours later, around 5:30, that I called to let him know I was going to the store. He didn’t answer. It was 7:00 when I realized that I still hadn’t heard from him. This was strange because he always calls to make sure I’ve made it home from work.
By 7:30, I was looking at the clock every five minutes and sending him messages just as often. By 8:00 I had emailed his work account so that he’d see it on his Blackberry in the event his regular phone had gone out. By 8:15 I had called his Salt Lake office where no one answered, and by 8:30, I was on the phone with the Salt Lake City Police Department.
I asked the operator if there had been any accidents involving a Chevy Impala. As soon as she started asking me questions such as “where was I calling from and where was my husband going” I started crying. After telling me there were no accidents in the immediate area, she transferred me to the highway patrol. Another nice lady answered. This time, she said that yes there had been a lot of accidents but no, none matching the description of the CPA’s rental car. She then transferred me to the county police department. I was speaking to an officer with a deep, but kind, voice when my second line beeped in. It was my husband.
I could barely say his name when I answered because I was crying so hard. Not exactly the greeting he was looking for, I’m sure. I told him how I had just hung up with the SLC police and he explained how he had been in a long meeting that he couldn’t get out of. Apparently he had even tried calling earlier but the call never came through on my end (that blasted At&t).
I spent the next five minutes crying while he spent them apologizing.
The whole experience was very unlike me. While I do tend to worry a lot in general, I don’t usually involve others in my worry, at least not those wearing uniforms and gun holsters. And I certainly don’t blubber on the phone to perfectly nice strangers. Therefore I was a little disconcerted about my reaction to something that normally wouldn’t put me in such a state of panic. In thinking about it this morning, when I feel “back to normal” (and a little silly about the whole incident), I figure that it must be due to one of two things: either the pregnancy hormones have kicked in big time, or I suddenly realized just how much I miss my husband and want him to come home.
I think it’s probably a little of both.
Did you ever have any pregnancy meltdowns? Or just meltdowns in general? Please tell me I’m not the only one!
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