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Sometimes the only action you can take is to let go.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

And the number of the counting shall be 4


There is this little game I sometimes like to play called "count the pregnant women at Target." I live in the Twin Cities, home of that great store with the bulls-eye logo where you can get anything from camping gear to tampons to cute clothes. Since there is one just down the road from me, and a Super Target no less, I find myself going there several times a week to grab whatever we happen to be out of. I'm guessing some of you out there can relate. When I go I never fail to notice (surprise, surprise) all of the women with child who are wandering about the place. Sometimes I wonder if there is a secret pg club membership where they get points for each trip they make...perhaps its part of the "Lullaby Club" gift registry package and its a way to earn baby loot. Maybe there is a vast conspiracy where they somehow know that I'm coming and mobilize with as great speed and agility as pregnant women can muster and arrive just in time to grab a cart in front of me. Whatever the case they are ALWAYS there. Today I made a typical post-work Target run for some dinner ingredients. I was there for all of 15 minutes - a speed trip I have perfected after years of practice - and I counted four of them. Four! OK, it could have been that the last one was just rather chubby round the midsection but the tie breaker always goes to pregnant in my book. Not that tally is anything out of the ordinary for my local Target, but damn! They were popping up out of the frozen foods section and wheeling through the aisles left and right. Certainly the universe had sent them there to torture me. That or maybe there was a giant baby stuff sale of which I was decidedly unaware. At any rate, as much as I'd like to boycott the place, there is no way I can give up Target. Maybe I'll just talk to the manager about a infertility friendly day where they don't let any pg women in. Don't I wish.

3 comments:

Pamela Jeanne said...

Brilliant post! You've captured in a nutshell what I've long suspected -- that there's a reporting mechanism to alert the pregnant crew when my car hits the road on an ordinary errand. Perhaps there's a wireless device attached to the undercarriage of my car?

Just yesterday afternoon as a matter of fact I arrived at the grocery store and just in front of me was a pregnant woman carrying an 18 month old (bonus points to her for being super fertile) and upon entering the store who is there to greet us but a cheerful PREGNANT store employee. I always look around for the candid camera because I know it's trained on my face.

chicklet said...

Infertility-friendly day - man that'd rock!

Rebecca said...

I can definitely relate to that - pg ladies seem to be everywhere! E-mail me at momto3dogs at yahoo dot com if you want, and I'll e-mail you the name of our doc. I just didn't want to put it out there in the blog and seem like an advertisement...