This One Time, I Cried in a Target for a Full 10 Minutes...

Okay, I'm going to get real with y'all. 

No matter how much of a blessing a pregnancy is - no matter how much you logically know it's not the end of the world - at some point during your pregnancy, you will be certain beyond the shadow of a doubt that your world is coming crashing down around you.  And as with most things of this nature, such realizations will strike at the most inopportune times.

For example...
You'll be glibly chatting with your significant other, snacking on a handful of dark chocolate baking chips when all of a sudden, the proverbial crap hits the fan.  

You'll cry for anywhere between two and twenty minutes while your doting spouse tries his best to comfort you. 

But all you'll hear is, "Remember when I grabbed your butt earlier today?" Yeah...THE SAME UGLY BUTT WITH ALL THE CELLULITE AND HEMORRHOIDS?! 

And then you'll cry about that and the million other things that are going on in/with/on your body.

The revelation that, "CRAP. We are two weeks away from being technically full term, and I still haven't gotten a crib liner or extra diapers or tennis balls or extra extra extra large pads..." will strike in the middle of a busy shopping center (like, say, Target) and you'll spend the next hour and a half in an insane, Mama Bear nesting state, throwing things into your shopping cart with frantic determination...
...All of this only to realize that you don't actually need any of these things and even if you did buy them all, you wouldn't be able to carry them out to the car or up all the stairs to your second-story apartment without help because of your beautifully burgeoning bump and oh-so-enjoyable round ligament pains.  

So, you do what any 35-week-pregnant, hormonally-driven lady would do:  Hide in the car care aisle and sob for awhile before sheepishly returning most of the items you grabbed off the shelves in that weirdly focused twilight state you just experienced. 

Everything except the pads. You keep the pads. Because that just makes good sense.

But, like I said before, this has nothing whatsoever to do with logic.  It's all in the hormones, baby.  And it's that simple fact that keeps me laughing once my common sense returns from its little vacation.  

So now,
We have only 5 more weeks to get through (give or take). 5 more weeks of crying, cramping, craving, and of course enjoying the huge movements I feel every day now...especially in the car. Baby LOOOOVES car rides!
I know someday I will miss the breathtaking feeling of a strong kick to the lungs, but for now, I'm SO ready to finally meet this little one!!

Well, except I really do need to buy some tennis balls...

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