We said goodbye to our home in Edmond and went to get my blood drawn to see if we were pregnant. Dr. Haas was sentimental and hugged us both goodbye and said he hoped to see me in a couple of weeks—for the heartbeat ultrasound. At Ruby Tuesdays in Springfield, Missouri, we got word that the numbers had not doubled as expected and that we needed to find a lab when we arrived.
Sure. No big deal.
Then Garrett drove. And drove. And drove some more.
Garrett had wanted to see the St. Louis Arch. I thought he might want to go in it. I remember that when I was a kid I thought the elevator was tiny and wondered what he’d think. As we continued to drive, I learned that when Garrett said he wanted to “see” it, that’s all he wanted to do.
I wasn’t done sightseeing. I wanted to go to the Jesse James Wax Museum. Garrett claims that we didn’t go because it was closed. He only noticed that after he didn’t take the exit.
Somehow we escaped the dangers of the open road. Warning: a silly blond girl in a red Volkswagen bug reads as she drives. She swerved all over the road and appeared startled and genuinely surprised to see us when we honked at her before she almost hit us. We got a good look at her face because she had the car light on. I guess she thought it was a reading lamp. That girl was crazy.
We spent the night in Indianapolis. The city is building an enormous new stadium for the Colts. It was huge as we drove past it. We stayed downtown, and it looked a lot like Bricktown—except with huge smokestacks billowing purple smoke. Eerie.
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