of all the times for this to happen...

My car (the only car I've ever had in the 8 years I've been driving) developed transmission problems (conveniently) right after it's warranty expired, about 4 years ago. Turns out every 04 Maxima on earth has the exact same problem because Nissan built the transmission on that year and model very cheaply and irresponsibly, and there is currently a class action suit to make Nissan responsible for the shoddy craftsmanship.

My car has been unpredictable and sometimes undriveable as a result of this (in fact, I went about a year and a half where I just had the car parked in my parents driveway because I was so scared to drive it in its state...I, for all purposes, had no car until we moved out and I NEEDED to drive my car, fucked up or not).

Well, on Thursday I had my glucose test, so I drove the 6 miles to the doctors office, almost fainting while fighting the urge to puke after drinking that vile fruit punch flavored syrup, then spent my hour waiting contemplating all the different places I wanted to go eat after this test, since I was fasting and STARVING.

After the bloodwork, I get in my car and get a whole mile down the road before my car just dies. It rolled (in neutral) about 100 feet and just stopped...in the middle of Kendall Drive. For those of you not familiar with Miami roads, Kendall is one of THE busiest streets in the city, is in fact a state road, and is absolutely terrifying (to me) to drive on, let alone to get stalled out on.

In absolute HYSTERICS, I call my husband, afraid to get out of the car because of all the cars whizzing by me, but afraid to stay inside because some asshole might not see my hazard lights and slam right into my stopped car with me inside...I finally get out and run to the sidewalk, compose myself enough to call a tow truck and...long story short...

I was MELTING in the 92 degree weather, stressed out to the max because of the circumstance, dehydrated and STARVING. Quite a way to remember the first day of my third trimester.

My car is still stalled at home, with no hope of getting fixed (or even looked at by a mechanic) for a good long while because we've already been told that replacing my transmission (as it is beyond fixing) will cost about $4000, money we do NOT have especially considering all the things we need for Elliot.

So yeah. Doctors appointments, work, etc...and all we have to rely on for transportation is our 11 year old Cavalier that overheats and has an AC that functions when it feels like it. We have an unreliable 2 door car to get my husband and I (and maybe even our son, depending on how long this takes to resolve) around. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Of all the times for my car to finally decide to take a shit and die, in all these years that's its been a ticking time bomb, why did it have to go off now?