Fall down, Go boom...

I don't really feel like doing a post, but kinda feel obligated to do it for some reason... Yesterday was a terrible day, a day that I would like to forget, but in the end everything is okay.

The day started off normal. I got up around 830 and was getting ready for my midwife appointment when I got a text from T Mobile saying that our payment didn't go through. I thought that a little odd because our bill is only $22 a month, and it's automatically taken out of our account... But I figured "well I'll check on it when I'm ready".

So I finished getting ready to leave and got another text from T Mobile saying that our payment of $133 was accepted... $133?!?!?! WHAT? So obviously at this point I thought they just had someone elses account mixed up and was planning on spending a crappy amount of time speaking to someone from India about our bill. But I got online to check the T Mobile account first. My account was fine ($10.87). So I switched over to Jens account... Her bill is $232!!! Fucking unacceptable. So I started freaking out. Apparently she had gone over 2000 (TWO THOUSAND) text messages... So I called Paul, and I was all freaking out and everything. But calmed down and went to my midwife appointment (everything is fine, not dilated or anything yet).

When I got home I figured I should check this months account and see what she was up to already... And she's already over 503 text messages, making her bill $53. Again, not acceptable. So I called Paul again, freaking out. Screaming and yelling that this was the last straw, she better pay us back NOW and she needs to move out.

So Paul calls her at school and is telling her whats going on. That she needs to give us her phone, and be home by 4 so we can talk. She says that can't come home, and she refuses to miss anymore school, so Paul tells her she needs to move out.

Paul comes home from work, and we're fighting and stuff. I'm being all hormonal and shit. Paul's walking upstairs and I got mad that he was walking away from me. So I ran upstairs after him yelling about Jen being ungrateful, disrespectful, etc. I run into Jens room (going to pack her stuff) and I trip and fall...

Down I go. I was going to land flat on my belly, but of course I twisted to the side and landed on my left side so I wouldn't land of the belly. Paul starts freaking out, I'm crying hysterically thinking I just killed the baby. Pauls hyperventilating... It was terrible... So we head to the hospital.

Thank god everything turned out fine. Baby is doing good. Hearbeat is great, movements is great, etc. I was hooked up to EFM for 5 hours. And then they said we could leave. But the baby is doing fine... Thank god!!!

So we leave the hospital and its snowing like crazy. The roads are horrible. We stopped at Applebees to have dinner and then came home. When we got home Jen had packed up everything, and moved out. There's still some stuff left in the room, but she says she's coming to get that stuff tonight.

She was really mean to Paul on the phone when he called her last night to tell her we wanted the phone, the money, and to see how she was doing. She was saying that since she's such an inconvenience to us she'll just get out of our lives. We're starting our own family and she's not wanted anymore, etc... She's just trying to hurt him at this point. She said she would come by and drop the phone off, get the rest of her stuff, and then just call whenever she wanted too. She was very hateful towards him and doesn't understand the severity of her actions and words... How childish of her to try to hurt him like that.

She thinks this phone bill isn't a big deal, yada yada yada... Its ridiculous. I will be glad when she is moved out, things were good the last time she wasn't living here. But she really needs to grow up and stop being so immature.

I realize my actions and words yesterday were immature to Paul, and I have apologized for that, and mean it. I was being very hormonal and it was just the last straw with her.

Jen doesn't think she's being immature or childish, and thinks that we are being unreasonable and stuff... It's crazy...

I just don't know what to do. I feel horrible for Paul because he feels like he's lost his daughter. I told him that tonight when she comes over he needs to sit down and talk to her about how he's feeling... About his real feelings for her, that he loves her, wants what is best for her, that he feels she's ungrateful for all he's done... The good and the bad... She needs to hear it all at this point.

I just don't know what to do.....