Today I am one week from my due date and I had two pregnancy moments before 7am. Okay, technically I had three. First, I decided that it was super important that Jory take a picture of me before I went to work since I'm one week from the due date. Second, as pregnant women are prone to do, I dropped the camera. I dropped it on carpet and I did not drop it hard, it just fell out of my hands. Of course, I broke the camera. I BROKE the camera. One week from our due date and we don't have a camera. Third, I somehow managed to turn all this on Jory who is now going to be in a whole lot of trouble if we don't have a new or repaired camera today. Today, you understand. Because if we don't have a new camera I will go into labor and there will be no pictures of Little One's arrival and the world will implode. Today.
To be fair, I did offer to handle it and Jory chose to take care of it. So the fact that this massive dilemma is on his shoulders is partially his own doing. But that's really probably because he wants to do whatever he can to keep me from losing my mind a week before my due date, so that's probably a pregnancy moment to chalk up to me, as well...
Update...approximately an hour after my camera breaking meltdown, my wonderful husband let me know that he has already determined that the camera can't be fixed and was already in the process of replacing it. Today. We will have a new camera today. See why I love him? He's not even mad at me for being a complete and total freak.
Second Update...approximately four hours after my camera breaking meltdown, my wonderful husband let me know that he has replaced said camera. He purchased an updated version of what we had which means no learning curve for me. God bless him! Crisis averted. I am now free to go into labor as I will be able to document Little One's arrival!
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