What a course of events this week...
Sunday night my husband had to leave to go back to work, 3 hours from home. Before he left I gave him a picture of me from the wedding because I knew he didn't really have any of me and I'd been going through photo albumns all week. So he put it on his dash, covering up some gages...not thinking anything of it. His car started to act funny so he moved the picture and sure enough it was overheating! He pulled over at some creepy farm so he could walk 1 or 2 miles to the gas station to get some water to put in the car. I guess the Mexican he was on his way to go pick up had a friend go get him so he didn't end up walking the whole way.
So he's on the road again but the car keeps overheating and they have to pull over every now and then. He's at a traffic light and there's a cop in one of the other lanes, as soon as Jeremy goes through the light the cop turns around and follows him. Pulls him over for not having a front license plate, but they didn't tell him this until later. Shortly after he's pulled over, 3 more cop cars show up and they tell him they're going to search his car.... They found an empty glass bowl, some Xanax, and some Vicodin. The pills I got for him because 1. he's trying to quit smoking cigs and the Xanax helps with the anxiety of that and being away from home and 2. Vicodin for his back which is WAY fucked up. He only had a few of each and he didn't have anything in the bowl, no weed or anything. They arrest him and the Mexican pays his bail which is 1,200 (yeah Mexicans don't believe in banks apparently). They impounded his car and they go to the apartment.
Next day he gets up for work, 2 hours after all this happened, works half a day then comes home at noon to get ready for court at 2. I called around 1:30 to talk to him and his friend said he'd already left to get their early. Well it's almost 6 and I still haven't heard anything, so I text his friend to see if he's heard anything yet. Then Jeremy calls... He didn't make it to court. Nope, he wrecked his friends car on the way there. So now he's got another ticket for Failure to Yield. There were some attorneys that stopped to help him out and they called and get the court date pushed back to Thursday so he's going to go for both tickets that day...
Then they decided to go get his car yesterday after all that and they wouldn't let him get it until he goes to court. It's 180 to get it out, plus 20 bucks a day that it's there... His cellphone is in the car, our PSP, some cds, all of his whites...they wouldn't let him get anything. He had to go buy socks, deoderant, and a toothbrush because it was all in there.
I feel so bad for him. I just want to be there to give him a hug and tell him that things will be ok. I'm not supposed to drive that far and I wanted to call my dr. and see if he'd allow me to go down there since I'm not dialated at all. Jeremy told me not to come down because if anything happened to me or the baby he would go over the edge :( So I sit here and just wait to hear from him. We're back to not having communication and now he doesn't have a car...So if I were go into labor how the hell would he get here?? I hate it all. I just want it to all be over and for him to be home. If he doesn't go to jail this week for all of this, he should be home friday. Not sure how he's getting here though.... I guess we'll see
Now for the only good news...
As long as everything goes ok in court for him, (I'm hoping he'll just get probation and a bunch of fines) on Monday, they are going to induce me. It's going to be a long process because they give me one med Monday to ripen my cervix first. Then 18 hours later I get another one that starts your contractions. So Tuesday afternoon or evening we will have our little man in our arms!! As long as everything is ok with Jeremy of course. If he's not home, I will move back the induction. I could not go through this without him... and I couldn't have his baby without him being there... The only reason that we are having this on Monday (I'm still not due until next Saturday) is because I am so uncomfortable and the doctor just offered to do it.
So that is my week. All of this happened within 12 hours... Completely ridiculous. I am just trying to deal and rest up. I think about him constantly and just hope that he's doing ok. I love him so much and this is just such a crappy series of events. I feel guilty for getting him those pills when I was only trying to help... I know we will get through this, but it's just such bad timing and depressing. I guess we will just wait and see what happens on Thursday and pray that my hubby comes home to me.