A Doctor, A Heartbeat, A Lunatic, and an Irish Pub

Yesterday, Matthew and I went to our first prenatal visit at Tri-County OB/GYN in La Grange, KY. It was pretty exciting, and I was a bit nervous, as I have never gone to the doctor for this sort of thing before! Dr. S came in and talked a bit with us, and then he did some standard procedures that are usually done on the first visit. He said that I am 9 1/2 weeks pregnant, and that usually he waits until 10-12 weeks to listen for a heartbeat, but he wanted to go ahead and try based on the size of my body (which he called "thin"...brownie points for the doc!). So, the nurse brought in the little machine and put that really cold jelly on my stomach. Dr. S continued to reassure me that it's perfectly normal to not hear a heartbeat this early in the pregnancy, and that there was no reason to panic if we didn't hear it. After they both searched for about 10 min, they brought in a tiny bedside ultrasound machine so that we could "see" the heartbeat. It worked! There on the screen was my tiny little baby, and there was his/her tiny little heart, beating wildly. It was amazing. I'm so thankful that the both of us are healthy and that things are progressing as they should.

We left the doctor's office to go and get the oil changed in my car before heading down to the Irish Rover to celebrate the baby and St. Patrick's Day with some Irish grub. As we were nearing the pub, we stopped at a red light. All of a sudden, our car lunged forward slightly. We didn't know what happened until we looked behind us and saw that the truck behind us was literally on our bumper. He had nudged us a little, and he was pointing at us. At that point the light turned green and we went through it and made a right onto Frankfurt Ave. where the pub is. The guy in the truck was still behind us, and it was clear to us that he was following us. He kept staying right on our tail, and suddenly he just rammed into the back of our car. That's when we knew that something was not right and that we had to get away from this lunatic. Thankfully, Matt was driving. We quickly turned left down a side street, the truck continuing to follow us. We turned down one ally and then another, and finally found one that our car could get through, but the truck couldn't. At that point, I had called the police, because we thought we might get stuck with this guy in an ally somewhere, and we really had no way of protecting ourselves. He was the only one in the truck, so if there would have been a fight, at least the odds would have been even. We finally lost him and found a parking place. We then checked the back of the car, and thankfully there was no damage at all. We walked over to the pub parking lot and waited for the police. When he arrived, all we were able to do was give him a description of the truck. We never saw the back of it, so we didn't get a license plate number. We thanked the police officer, got a seat at the pub, and tried to enjoy ourselves. Obviously, we were both pretty shaken up. We have NO IDEA why this happened. We are confident that we did nothing that would intentionally anger this guy. We are just very thankful to the Lord for His protection.

So this was our St. Patrick's Day! Our car is fine. We are fine. Thank you, God.