After getting all the drawers done, I had to take a friend to the airport. I had volunteered to take her and was planing on going without Brady (so he could keep studying), but as the time drew closer, he was done with his studying for the day, and I decided to beg him to come. After much persuasion, he agreed. Little did I know that was a huge blessing.
On the way home from the airport, we had our tire blow out. It was such a weird sound, for a second I looked at the car next to us and thought, "what is wrong with your car?" Then the noise grew louder and I could feel the car pulling. Brady was calm, and made his way across three lanes to the side of the highway. We were still in Salt Lake, and there wasn't an exit for a few miles, so we had no choice but to pull off on the shoulder. We were right under a bridge, so he had me go sit on the ramp under the bridge as far away from the cars as possible, while he changed the tire by himself.
me sitting on the side
Although I do know how to change a tire, I was very thankful that I didn't have to! Doing all the lifting and bending over on the side of the highway is probably not an ideal situation for a pregnant lady (or really anyone), and Brady was glad that he was there so that I didn't have to. It was kind of scary to be that close to cars, trucks, and semi's zooming by at 80+ miles per hour.
Afterward, we went and played games with his mom and sisters who are in town right now!