It is funny now...

... but it wasn't then.

I knew that being pregnant came with a lot of side effects. Many of them I have had - and considered them like girl scout badges - earning my way to mommy hood.

Being overly emotional was one that I was sceptical about. It is an emotional time - so I figured that it was probably an exaggeration of normal sentimental moments.

Well, a week or so ago, Michael and I were heading out. I am not even sure where we were going - but we were running late. Michael was under estimating the drive time - he always does - and also hinting around that he wanted to stop and get coffee. I hate being late, so I was complaining about his pokiness and planned pit stop.

That is the mood as we enter the car... plotting husband and disgruntled wife. Before I say more - I want to let you know that almost EVERY time I get in my husbands car - the tank is on E. He will confirm this, and he thinks it is some unnatural phenomenon or conspiracy. I think it is a lack of planning - but hey that is me - the girl who fills her tank up when it gets near a quarter of a a tank - just in case.

So, we get into the car - running late - and what do we see when Michael starts the car...

Yep - that is right - tank on E and light on. I fall apart. I started crying... crying hard. Then I state, "You are going run out of gas when we are trying to get to hospital - I just know it." Big tears are running down my cheeks.

Michael is laughing so hard - tears are running down his cheeks. Trying to be soothing - and trying not to laugh while doing it - Michael promises he will get us all to the hospital without running out of gas. He can barely make it through the sentence through his hysterical laughing.

Rationally I know - we will make it to the hospital just fine. It is only 5 miles away at most. There is always my car - that has gas.

Emotional overload in pregnancy confirmed - and completely laughable.