I was 18 years old and about 7 months pregnant with my oldest child during this interesting life event. I was with my Mother on my way to the RMV (Registry of Motor Vehicles) for my drivers test. I had my Learner’s Permit which allowed me to practice my driving skills as long as I was accompanied by an adult with a driver’s license until I took and passed the driving portion of the test. I was ready and thinking this would be easy. I had no doubt in my mind that I would have my Driver’s License by the end of the day.
I remember being a little anxious as I drove to my test. (I hate any kind of test!) The rules of the road we’re playing in my head as I drove. I came up to a light very close to my destination that was red. I stopped, knowing I could turn on red, and waited for the light to turn green. I remember thinking it was stupid not to turn but was pretending the tester was in the car and I didn’t think I could get in trouble for NOT turning on red so I was playing it safe and waited.
There I was pregnant sitting at that red light knowing it was totally legal to turn right, but waiting anyway when all of a sudden I felt the impact of a car smashing into us from behind. My immediate assumption was that whoever rear-ended me had done it because I was stopped at the red light. (Side note: my temper was at it's peek around that time) I threw my door open in a rage to go confront the dumbass who hit us. We were in Brockton and as I began yelling at the big dude in the car behind me my Mother was begging me to get back in the car. I paid no mind to her, I had things I wanted to say to this man. As I walked up to him in the middle of traffic, all kinds of wicked pregnant, I was pointing at my belly letting the careless jerk know that I was carrying precious cargo and was not afraid to confront anyone who put my baby's safety at risk. I remember hearing my Mother begging me to get back in the car as the man I was confronting was rolling up his windows and locking his doors while he apologized with an expression that looked more like fear than remorse. Confident that I had made my point I returned to the car and headed to the RMV where I failed my driver's test.
I did eventually get my Driver's License after my son was born. Looking for a moral to this story....hmmmm.... driving carefully can kill you? LOL! I don't really think that is true. I do know one thing though, I don't care how big or tough a man is (or thinks he is)... no one is scarier than a pregnant mother protecting her baby!