I know, it's Christmas week.  It's my favorite week of the whole year . . . but something is off this year.  I haven't been listening to holiday music as much as I usually do, I haven't been thrilled about finding gifts, I haven't relished my cookie baking . . . just something is off.  Usually I'm bouncing around like a kid on a sugar cookie high this week - but this year . . . eh.  (It doesn't help that I have to work four days this week and four days next week when for years I had these two weeks off.)

Don't get me wrong; I'm happy and loving the season . . . just not with the same viv and vigor as usual.

Today my worry is specific, though.  Anyone been in a minor car accident when pregnant?  On Friday my mom and I got into a small fender bender.  More accurately, a fender scratcher and grill breaker since there were no bent fenders, but I digress.  It was a low speed crash and I didn't even think anything of it until Friday night when my mom sent me an email suggesting I call my obstetrician to let him know and see if there are any concerns.

I thought, "Oh yeah, I'm pregnant.  Car accidents could be really bad."  Once again, I forgot about being pregnant and something that I would ordinarily shrug off becomes something to worry about.  I really need to start growing a belly so I have something to remind me that I'm pregnant.

So I've felt perfectly fine . . . until this morning when I laughed at something and got such a sharp pain around my left ovary area that I doubled over for a few seconds.  Pains when laughing = ordinarily, no big deal.  They happen.  When pregnant + 3 days out from a fender bender = worry, worry.

*Sigh.*  I've been gathering the feeling the past few months that mothering/parenthood is primarily about worrying.  I always thought parents who worried all the time were super annoying (okay, fine, I still think that) but I'm really seeing how it happens.

I will be calling the doctor's office but they're not open Monday mornings, so it will have to wait.  I honestly don't believe anything is wrong, but back in college, my friends and I had this idea about "the 2% monster."  He's the little voice in your head that says someone you're sure has no interest in you just miiiight have a teeny, tiny bit of interest in you that you could obsess about.  So I'm 98% sure that everything is fine, but the 2% monster has made a comeback.

Edit (3pm): Spoke to the OB's office and they said everything should be fine, especially considering it was a small accident, the airbag didn't deploy, and it's still so early that the baby is super protected inside (no belly bump to speak of yet).  Oddly, I don't feel reassured.  *sigh*  I am sure everything is fine but can't shake the nervous feeling.  I'm sure it'll pass as the day goes along.