Misplacing Baby Pistachio

So this was probably my second freak out moment, but the first one that led to an emotional, crying fit. The first was when I flipped ahead in the What to Expect When You're Expecting book and saw several different ways women can carry a baby in the 8th month. Warning for anyone who is pregnant or thinking about becoming pregnant....this did not help! I began freaking out thinking "I can't do this. There's no way this is going to work. Nope not going to happen." Anyway, back to misplacing pistachio. So the day before our 2 foot snow storm, I had taken the ultrasound photos to my LCSW supervision to announce to my supervisor. I left the ultrasound pictures in the glove box while I went to work, so no one would suspect anything. After work, I took them out and placed them on top of my bag while driving home. The next day we got 2 feet of snow and work was cancelled. During the snow storm, Jason had to dig our cars out and move them to the side street so the plows could come through. The following day, I had work and was preparing to leave when I remembered that I wanted to take the ultrasound pictures to work to announce to my supervisor during my regularly scheduled supervision. I checked my bag, no ultrasounds pictures. I checked the car, again no ultrasound pictures. Where could they be? After checking my bag, purse, and car a second time, I started to become frantic. I'm not sure if Jason fully understood why I was now becoming emotional, but I just kept thinking in my head "I lost the baby, I lost the baby." Obviously, this thought was not calming me down. Being the planners that we are, Jason remembered that we scanned and saved all our ultrasound pictures onto the computer and was attempting to print copies out so I could use them. Although sweet, this idea was not comforting me. I still thought I lost the baby. Eventually, I started crying in the living room, admitting defeat. Jason, being the sweet and understanding husband, did the best he could do, by holding me and telling me it would be okay. He even tried to crack a joke that if I really thought I lost the baby, I could go into the pantry to feel the wave of nausea. This helped a bit. Once the tears dried, Jason went back to printing out the ultrasounds, which was no easy feat as our printer decided to act up. An hour later with new ultrasounds in hand, we headed to work and I felt at ease knowing that I hadn't lost our little pistachio.