I was telling a friend the other day, that I hadn't prepared myself for this self-imposed "countdown concept" that makes me spin between being very excited about the future and very grave about the past...everything is a "last time this" or "last time that" ... she laughed and as the mother of two beautiful boys knew exactly what I was talking about....it kind of feels like the little boy in "The Emperor Without Clothes" I can see things (or the absence of them) and no one else seems to notice...everybody else acts like this is just a normal day...but it could be my last day as a pre-mother, how momentous is that?!
So I felt very validated when I discovered in the grocery store yesterday that the milk jugs now carry expiration dates (double entendre there, if there ever has been one) close to my due date. I picked out the one with the biggest margin to my due date (that, for some odd reason, felt like the right thing to do, and we do drink a gallon in a week anyway) and stalked through the rest of my weekly food gathering trip with an air of added importance....whatever...you people just go on about your daily routines...my life is about to change in a BIG WAY! ... and this jug of fat-free milk proves it!