Bad things happen in threes: My superstition

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I’m not superstitious, but I’m a little stitious. I believe bad things happen in threes. I don’t like to believe in the silly wives’ tales or the urban myths. I’m a natural skeptic. You tell me some crazy supernatural story, and it’s going to take a lot to convince me.

But in my life, somehow, bad things happen in threes.

After two of the bad things happened (which I’ll get to in a sec) I stood in the shower washing my hair thinking, What’s going to happen next? What is the third thing? Unbeknownst to me, later that night the THING would happen.

First things first

It was a rainy morning, and I was paranoid to leave the house with a toddler in the rain. I err on the side of caution typically.

A few hours later, my husband hydroplaned in his mustang, totaling it. Thankfully, he was fine and he didn’t hurt anyone else. It’s interesting to me that I was worried about driving that morning, but I didn’t consider my husband behind the wheel.

Second thing

Well, I’ll just say it. I miscarried. I’m okay. It was very early, and it happened naturally, so in a weird sense I was thankful it was relatively easy. I’ve miscarried before, so in comparison this one was nothing.

This miscarriage was similar to a period, but the worst period you’ll ever have. I was laying on the bathroom floor for about an hour because I felt like I was going to pass out. My daughter left behind an elephant stuffed animal, and I used it as a pillow. I just laid there, in pain. Miserable. I was feeling okay by the afternoon after sleeping off the pain. [If you want to read tidbits about the last miscarriage in 2016, you can [here]].

Third thing

This is the morning of the shower I mentioned. I just knew something freaky was going to happen. Bad things happen in threes.

My husband was out, and he called me and said, “You’ll never guess what happened.”

I knew. I knew what happened by the tone of his voice. “NO.” I replied with a tone of disbelief.

He got in another freak car accident. This time he hit a deer. SUV also totaled. (This is the part where I explain he has a summer car and a winter car. I didn’t want to explain that in the beginning as it would have ruined this story.)

But can you just humor me for a second? This all happened in a week. I swear I’m not crazy, and bad things happen in threes for us. Two totaled cars and one miscarriage.

And honestly, these events being back-to-back and bizarre had us awkwardly laughing. Like, we know this stuff isn’t funny, but how does this all happen? HOW?!

He had to leave on a business trip, and he joked that something bad was going to happen, but I reassured him we hit our quota, so we’re good for a bit.

Are you superstitious? Maybe a little bit? Let me know in the comments or send me a message on [Instagram]. I love hearing from you!

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