Just Our Luck

While in the midst of the 24 hour urine collection process (See “Baby Boy Update” if you are lost...and keep reading the next 3 posts after that because I've been doing A LOT of catching up the last couple days), Ammon and I agreed to watch my brother’s three girls while they went on a date night with another couple in their ward. My sister-in-law had had the same test during her last pregnancy, so the older girls knew not to drink the “orange juice” in the fridge. My brother and sister-in-law ended up getting home around midnight and we stayed and talked with them for a good hour and a half after that.

As we left Smithfield to head home to our apartment in Logan at 1:30 in the morning, I informed Ammon that we’d have to book it home because I had to use the restroom and I refused to mess up this test and have to take it again. My fatal word of warning was “just don’t get pulled over and I’ll be fine.”

Well of course a cop car pulled up next to us as we were leaving Smithfield. We were both tired and trying to be extra cautious. The last thing we’d want would be to speed past him and risk getting a ticket. Turns out we were going too slow for his liking which aroused suspicion. He saw our Idaho license plates and called in to check up on us.

He pulled us over a half a block from our apartment! Turns out the registration on our car was expired, and according to his computer it also wasn’t insured (it was). We got this lovely long lecture about how he was “giving us a huge break because he should impound our car” and wrote out a ticket. The whole process took FOREVER and the whole time I was just staring eagerly in the direction of our apartment wondering if I could ask the officer’s permission to run home with my little collection jug to the restroom. I wonder if anyone has ever pulled that pregnancy card to get out of a ticket?

Coincidentally, the icing on the cake to this unfortunate event was the next morning when Ammon checked his email and had a message from our car insurance company about how it was time to renew our policy. Really? The day after we get a ticket? Why not the day before?

The happy ending to this story is that the ticket only ended up being $30, my bladder of steel made it home and through the remaining 24 hour sample, and the protein levels in my urine are normal. This means I probably don’t have preeclampsia as the doctor feared. 


At least Ammon has a healthy wife and baby, despite his now not so healthy driving record.