Say What?

Target is one of my favorite places. I know, I know, big box stores are the devil, but c'mon people! Who doesn't love a place that you go for apples and peanut butter and come out with two baby outfits, a new thong, flip flops, a picture frame and an iPad (ok, the iPad is only in my dreams)? Target is AMAZING!

Well . . . tonight as we walked in a gaggle of teenage girls came up to ooh and aah over Peanut. One of them said "my mom is pregnant right now with her fifth child." Crikey's. Teenage to newborn? She came walking over and I said "wow, your fifth child? You look fantastic and you are a brave woman!" I always tell a preggo she looks fantastic because it is so nice to hear when you feel like a blimp, but she really did look fabulous, especially for having teens and a baby on the way!

Then she said, "I don't know about congratulations, this was a huge accident."

Umm . . . the infertile in me was horrified. And sad. It's just not fair for someone to be blessed with FOUR children and then another one and not even be excited.

She went on to tell her story about how she was on the depo provera shot but was also on antibiotics. She went to the OBGYN to get her next depo but they always do a pregnancy test just as a precaution and it turns out not only was she pregnant, but four and a half months pregnant.

Then something weird happened. I laughed. Instead of feeling horrified, I kind of thought it was funny. Mostly because she was being pretty funny and sarcastic about it so I didn't look like a jerk laughing thankfully. The horror faded away, I am still jealous and think it sucks for all of us infertiles, but I can see how it would throw you for a loop if your youngest was 10 and then boom, you accidentally got pregnant while on birth control when you thought you were done for life. The quickness of my horror disappearing and the ability to laugh at a situation that would have formerly made me cry makes me feel hopeful that I would be totally normal someday. Normal for me anyway.

After this random conversation, I wandered over to the baby aisle to pick up our weekly supply of three cans of formula. A family was walking by and the mom said "what a cute baby" about Peanut. Her little daughter, who I would guess in my expert kid opinion was probably four years old, stopped to look while her parents kept walking. She was super adorable in a big winter hat dragging around a stuffed puppy. She just stared at Peanut with her big eyes. Peanut stared back because that's how Peanut rolls and then her mother told her to catch up. She ran to catch up and I heard her ask . . .

"Mom, can we have that baby?"

Hahahaha! Kids are so funny. Her mom told her no and Peanut and I laughed. Peanut didn't know what we were laughing about but it's just something she does because she is a copy cat.

I love fun adventures at Target.

Crazy.

Sweetness.