Pregnant Road Rage

Sooooo, people tell me I am crazy, but I swear that carrying a boy has risen my testosterone level. Perfect example was my ride home from work on Friday. In my opinion, I am a very reserved driver. I don't cut people off, or yell at them, etc. No road rage over here! So, Friday afternoon I was on my way home, trying to get home in time to meet the lawn mower repair man. (The fact that I had to meet him for the third time in as many weeks is a whole other story - maybe for another day). There are two lanes to get over the bridge and in to our small county. Those two lanes spread out into five lanes at the bottom of the bridge to get cars through the tolls. They then condense back in to two lanes after the tolls. When I came down the bridge I chose the middle EZ-pass lane, the one that no one uses. Therefore, I bypassed about 25-30 cars. I was proud of myself for not following the crowd and finding my own way!

I came out of the tolls, and proceeded to signal that I would be merging into one of the remaining two lanes. An SUV was to my left (where I needed to be) and two 18 wheelers were to my right (trying to merge as well). As we inched down route 17 I noticed that the SUV was riding the bumper of the truck in front of him, clearly not letting me in. Yes I know, I should have given up and just merged behind the SUV. But Brandon is pumping testosterone into my blood and I became a bit angry. I rolled down my window, honked my horn, and stuck both arms out the driver side window, trying to get his attention. His windows were also down, but he remained looking out the other window, completely ignoring me. The driver on the other side of him pointed at me and said "hey man! that girl is trying to get your attention!" The jerk SUV driver FINALLY looked at me. I waved both of my arms out the window and screamed that I was "going to get run over by an 18 wheeler, I needed to merge". A bit dramatic? Yes. But I am pregnant so everything is a bit dramatic. :)

So did the mean SUV driver let me merge, and prevent me from getting squashed by the 18 wheeler? BTW - the 18 wheeler was carrying the ugliest cars I have ever seen - the Nissan Cube. Of course mean SUV driver didn't let me merge, he shook his head NO and then inched up even further. At this point Brandon pumped some more testosterone in to my body, and I flipped off the mean SUV driver. Don't judge!

Finally I realized there was no way he was going to let me merge. Between my flailing arms, horn honks, and profanity I simply wasn't getting through to him. So I gave up. I didn't give up gracefully though. As he drove past me, I screamed "THANK YOU FOR BEING AN A**HOLE!" To which he replied "You're welcome!" At which point I screamed "HAVE A GREAT DAY!" He replied "Thanks, you too!"

I merged in right behind him, thereby proving how pointless the whole interaction was. Would it have been so hard for me to do that in the first place? Probably not. But would it have been so hard for the mean SUV driver to let me in and save me from getting squashed? Definitely not!

To top it off, I was on the phone with my bestie. I put the phone down in order to merge, yell, argue, etc. I eventually forgot that she was on the phone. Sorry Rena! When I finally picked the phone back up, I think she was ready to call the police and report a crazy, hormonal, rage-filled pregnant women on Route 17. I talked her out of it though. :)

Not my finest moment, but it happens!