I've come to the realization that I'm getting big and I can't walk very far. I think the most I can walk right now is about 1/2 mile. Considering that Ikea is about 4 floors of things to look at that are not on my list of things to buy, I instantly rejected the notion of being pushed in a wheelchair thinking "nawww I can do this."
Last night a friend who volunteered to go with me to pick out baby items: a $75 kick-ass rocking chair (check it out, it's an S shape and apparently bounces too) an arched floor lamp, and book shelves... she said, "hey, I can push you around in the wheel chair."
I immediately said, "no way... those beeping nightmares at the grocery store?"
I woke up about an hour ago already rethinking my plan. I may just let her push me around.
I've had an the attitude of:
1. I can work until my 28th week (1st week of november).
This is of course a lie I have told myself. One week back on the public school high school kid teaching job with lengthy schedule of courses, had made me reset my goal to 26 weeks before leaving.
2. I can walk therefore I don't need to be pushed around.
My stomach, while it doesn't look big to me at 21 weeks, is the size of a woman in her 7th month with 1 child.
3. Oh, I'm not hungry I can wait until we're done.
No. About three days ago my stomach turned into a bottomless pit. I ate my entire lunch before 10am. (String cheese, green apple, big tunafish sandwich on rye, apple chips, and something else) And I still had room to eat a frozen dinner at noon. I'm thinking I need to bring snacks with me just to go to Ikea.
4. I can hold it.
Um, no, you pee every 30-60 minutes. Better pee before you leave and then the first thing to do when I get to Ikea is make sure I know where the restroom is.
5. I can drive there!
The driver's seat is reclining more and the spouse insists that he drive e everywhere. The one day I drove to work he almost had a coniption fit. So, I figure it's easier to give in. That's why the friend is driving a little out of her way to pick me up and take me there. I figure I've got a window of maybe 3-6 weeks where I can actually go anywhere.
And... I am sure the list of things I thought I could do for a long time will grow. :-)
Have a nice Sunday. If you happen to be at Ikea today, the lady in the wheelchair is me. :-) Don't I look good in my red hair?