Pregnant Breakdown #1

Today was a royally shitty day. Period.

I woke up feeling a bit of a scratchy throat, but nothing dramatic. By the end of my commute I was congested. As I unlocked my office... yeah, I was in full sneeze-mode. I had to attend a breakfast event, throughout which I cleaned out my purse supply of tissues. About 10:00 a.m. I was starting to feel warm. So, I decided that I one last errand - walking to Safeway to pick up gift cards for our Adopt-a-Family program. It's about a 1/2 mile away, but even in my condition I decided to make the trek, in heels. Because, once that task was complete, I was getting the hell out of dodge.

As soon as I leave the office, it starts to rain. Greeeaaat.

I arrive at my destination, swipe my card (grateful that at least I will get miles out of the deal), and declined.

We try again, declined.

I quickly step to the side and call the dreaded financial-institution-that-shall-not-be-named (coughBofAcough), and what does there helpful service staff say when they answer the phone? "I'm sorry, but our systems are down. Can you please call us later today?"

NO!

I feel like shit, I haven't gotten my lunch, I walked a half mile in the pouring rain.. NO.

She connects me with someone who was not useless to me and tells me that as a security measure they declined my card. Okay, well I can understand why it isn't normal for someone to try and charge $4500 at Safeway. Kudos, banking institution, nice catch. But, it's me, so let me do my thang.

The long and the short - they couldn't fix it. And an hour of discussion, frustrating on my behalf, and obviously satisfying on their behalf - being as they got to say their favorite phrase, "I'm sorry, but there is nothing we can do." Is there a supervisor? No, but you can get a call back within 24 hours.

They had no patience or understanding for my plight.

I got to march my, now very unhappy ass, to an actual branch. Where they could actually help me. And then march my ass back to handle my business, before I hauled myself back to my office - two whole hours later. But, not before I called J to vent, while I cried and snot ran down my face. I was walking the street in the rain while I hiccup-cried and my feet throbbed like I'd been dancing all night. Except, this time I wasn't too drunk to care.

I did promptly add another question to my list - is there a good reference for what I can and cannot take during pregnancy? Because right now I would like to OD on a nighttime something or other and not wake up until midday tomorrow.