The power of 3's

So my friend Melissa made a joke to me the other day that things always happen in 3's and I had wore out all my bad luck.

Here's why.

On the 17th everything was just fine and normal. I was having a boring day because Matt was sleeping, he was on nights that week. So blah blah day goes on and Matt goes to work and I decide it's time to go to bed. Fast forward to the 18th at 330 in the morning, I head this banging on my door downstairs but kind of blow it off because I am a HEAVY sleeper. But the banging persists and I make my grumpy way downstairs to be greeted by an SP. Apparently the fire alarm on the outside of the house was going off, it signals if the sprinkler system in any of the four connected houses has activated. So he calls the fireman to come turn it off and that's when we realize that my neighbors house, who's gone visiting family and hubby was deployed, was pushing water out from the front door. By this time Matt is home (I called him because I am not a morning person and I was afraid I would pass out on the cops or firemen) and he unlocks the neighbors door to be greeted by about 4-5 inches of rushing freezing water. SUCKS! A pipe burst in her house and not only flooded their house but the neighbor's on the other side. Luckily ours only got a little bit of water. So we get it all cleaned up and save as much as we can then Matt has to go back to work.

SO that evening I am settled in watching some entertaining Desperate Housewives when a commercial comes on and I want to run down stairs and put away my mug of coffee. I hit the first step and proceed to fall on my ass down the flight of stairs. Coffee flying everywhere. Now I fall a lot, a whole lot, but nothing like that. I landed on my ankle and ass and literally couldn't move for 10 minutes. I still have the bruises.

SO THEN! I get back in bed after a good cry and try to settle in with a good book, the new collectors edition of Twilight that Matt got me for Christmas. And somehow when I scooted down to lie my head on the pillow I drop the HARDBACK book on my head giving me a pretty little bruise in between my eyes.

So 3 bad things happened to me in a matter of minutes.

Now for the good!

That Thursday I am just grateful to have gotten through the week alive when Matt wakes me up with a big smile on his face. No not for that.... he got our taxes done early and we are getting a HUGE refund! Last year we got almost nothing and even had to pay a little on state so the refund was a great surprise!

Then as some of you might know I've written a book and actually finished the VERY ROUGH draft. So Matt took me to this place called Windswept here in Dover to professionally print it out and have it bound! For the first time it looks like a real book!

And finally! Later that same day I realized something a little odd, hummmm I'm late! Which never happens to me. Matt and I had been trying for 6 months but for some reason it just didn't register. So we go get the test, Matt making fun of me because there was no way we could be pregnant, and I took it and it's a big fat positive!!!! OMG!

So 3 great things happened in a matter of hours! So maybe Melissa had a point, maybe things do happen in 3's. But I'm warning you now if I end up with triplets because of your theory of 3's there will be hell to pay!