Stay on Target

I don’t know that I can be allowed to go shopping alone anymore.  I spent at least 20 minutes in Target just browsing up and down the aisles of the baby section.  Admittedly I only got the one thing from that section I had gone to buy, despite several close calls, but still…

It’s hard to believe I have little more than a week to go to my due date.  A friend of mine mentioned that she thought due dates were cruel, since it gave mothers-to-be this target that wasn’t really very accurate but made for a countdown anyway. but I’m not so sure I agree: I think my physical state would be letting me know that I wanted things to be done soon regardless, and knowing even roughly that the end is in sight helps let me know I can get through this.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s not been terrible: Right now it’s not something I wouldn’t do again, for example; but it’s very nice to know that it’s near its end, even if that really means a few more weeks.  I’ve noticed that riding in the car is uncomfortable now, if the trip is not very very short: A combination of the way car seats make you sit (I’ve adjusted the seat back to be more upright, as the slight recline I usually enjoy was really uncomfortable) and the rumble of the ride.  My sister-in-law teased that if I was late we could take our Jeeps four-wheeling to help speed things along — and after this experience I think she might be right that it would!

We have a long doctor’s appointment tomorrow to check on how everything is going.  I’m not sure if I’ll get an update up with the Thanksgiving holiday but I’ll do my best to keep everyone posted!