Pregnancy anxiety strikes again… and boy was I scared!

A few days ago my pregnancy anxiety really scared the crap out of me!  Thankfully nothing bad came out of it so I was able to get a good laugh, but I was totally scared when I didn’t know what was going on.

Let me recap for you…

We are selling my car since we’ll be getting a larger car soon for the baby and all his things.  Since we work from home we will just share a car for a little bit, which I hope turns out to be as easy as we think it will be.  After all, we are just about always together so I don’t see it being a problem. 

At least right now I don’t see it being a problem.  You can bet that if that changes I will definitely be posting (uh, venting) about it.

Tarzan got a call about my car from someone on Craigslist.  He asked if he could come over in a couple of hours to see the car.  Tarzan told him that would be fine and then he left to get my car washed.  I stayed at home and continued to do whatever it was that I was doing.

Then Tarzan came home, we chatted for a minute, and then the doorbell rang.  I didn’t even see what the guy at the door looked like because I was still in my pj’s.  Tarzan told me that he was going to show the guy the car in the garage.  

OK fine, I thought.

Well about 20 minutes had passed and I thought it was strange that they were still in the garage.  How much time do you need to scope it out, right?

Then I heard a noise that came from the garage and decided that I would go and see about the noise.  

You can imagine how shocked I was to not only see no car, but no husband and prospective buyer either.  Everything was gone and this is about the point that I started to freak out.

Why?

Well, first of all, it is not like my husband AT ALL to leave and not tell me he is leaving.  When you combine that with having a ridiculous amount of pregnancy anxiety and that noise that I heard in the garage, my mind started to race.  And not in a good way either.

I was convinced that the noise I heard was the guy banging something over my husband’s head and knocking him out.  While Tarzan was knocked out, the guy picked him up, put him in my car, and raced off.  

What if he was coming back for me… or my little baby?

I decided to do the logical thing and call Tarzan’s cell to just see what was going on.  You can imagine my surprise when someone else answered my husband’s phone.  I was convinced that this was the guy who stole my husband and my car.  

Hello, remember the Craigslist killer?!

The guy that answered the phone asked me if I knew who’s phone this was that I was calling.  I told him it was my husband’s phone and then thought that the phone was ditched somewhere.  

I mean, that was the obvious reason why a stranger was answering the phone.  It had to be.

The guy then proceeded to tell me that he was the manager at an Exxon station and that my husband left his phone there.  I was not processing any of this and was repeating every single thing that this man was telling me.

Of course, I did the most normal thing that popped into my head and asked Randy (he told me his name) to describe my husband.  He did and then I asked him if he was with another man.  He said that he was by himself and that this was about an hour ago.  

I kept on repeating what he was saying and then he asked, “Ma’am, do you understand what I’m saying?”  I told him yes and that once I found where my husband was we would go and pick up his phone.

By this point I was freaking out over the very strange events that were unfolding and decided to call my mom about the situation at hand.  I told her what happened and even she said that it was really out of character for my husband to leave without saying anything.  

I know!

I told her that the guy’s car was still parked in the front of my house and she said to go outside, write down the license plate number, and then look in the car for any information about who he might be.  You know, just to have.  

(If you can’t tell, my mom is a bit paranoid like I am.  I guess you could say that I got that unfortunate quality from her.)

I went outside and wrote down the license plate number and then remembered that I didn’t need to look in the car because Tarzan left a piece of paper on our island that had the guy’s name and cell number.  I told my mom and got off the phone with her so that I could call the guy that was holding my husband hostage.  She said okay and told me to lock the doors and turn on the alarm.

I was so super nervous dialing the phone number.  What was I going to say to this guy?  I knew that I had to sound like I didn’t suspect a thing so I came up with what I was going to say and started to dial.

Of course when the guy answered my plan went out the window and I said, “Is my  husband with you?” 

The guy asked what and I repeated my question again.  He asked if this was Jane and I was freaking out that he knew my name.  Then he said to hold on and Tarzan got on the phone.

Immediately I went from being extremely worried and thinking that I was going to be a single mom to our unborn baby to being so pissed off.  Funny how that works, isn’t it?

Tarzan was trying so hard to not let the guy who was interested in my car think that that I was a complete psycho.  On my line, I was asking why he left without saying goodbye, if he was all right, where he was, why he left without saying goodbye, and that I was worried.

On his line, he was not answering my questions and just told me that they would be back in about 2 minutes.  Ugh.

True to his word, they pulled up a couple of minutes later and Tarzan walked in the door by himself.  At this point I didn’t care whether or not the guy was interested in my car.  I wanted to run up to Tarzan, embrace him, and give him the biggest hug ever, but at the same time, I wanted to hit him for making me worry.  

Especially when he knows how crazy my thinking can be with pregnancy anxiety.

We ended up hugging and of course I was crying about how worried I was.  I told him the whole story of Randy, his missing phone, the noise from the garage, calling my mom, and just being a mess wondering where my husband was.  

He apologized profusely for making me worry and said that when the guy asked to test drive the car, T. figured they would go around the block.  Not around the block and a little more.  He said that they left in a hurry and it just slipped his mind to let me know because he didn’t think they would be gone long at all.

Totally understandable.  Well, it’s understandable when your pregnant wife isn’t plagued with pregnancy anxiety, but whatever.

After putting all the pieces together, we left to go to the Exxon station to pick up his phone.  (He had taken my car there to get washed because he had another errand in that same area.)  

I told him that I was not getting out of the car because I’m sure that Randy thought I was crazy with thinking that my husband was having an affair with another man.

Tarzan picked up the phone, explained the story to Randy and another gas station worker, and they all got a good laugh out of my crazy thinking.  Isn’t that wonderful?!

To make up for it, Tarzan has been calling or texting everywhere he is just so I don’t worry.  I will admit that it’s a bit overkill, but I’d rather know everything than to leave it up to my imagination.

Because as you can tell, I can get pretty damn creative (and not in a good way) when I’m left to thinking and wondering what’s going on myself.

Cheers to good husbands.  I think mine deserves to be the pregnancy saint of women.  Poor guy really has to put up with some crazy shit from his pregnant wife.

You might also want to read:

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2. 26 weeks pregnant: A meltdown about pregnancy, anxiety, and the unknown
3. These stupid pregnancy hormones are making me crazy and mean
4. Baby Throwing Up: Monkey Throwing Up Formula Last Night. We Were Scared.
5. Making the first pregnancy appointment

Tagged as: anxiety when pregnant, pregnancy anxiety