I can hardly believe that today marks 32 weeks. I am four-fifths of the way through this pregnancy, and boy does it show:
This afternoon I went grocery shopping, which has become quite the chore at this stage of pregnancy. The store where I go is always very crowded, and you have to bag your own groceries. Despite this, I insist on shopping there because it saves me a ton on the bill. But as my feet are swelling up, I find my patience fading whenever I deal with aisle blockers.
Today there was the girl who took her sweet time choosing a bag of cherries. She grabbed one and weighed it. Too big. Grabbed another and weighed it. Still too big. Finally she decided the cherries were just too expensive and moved on. Meanwhile I stood waiting two minutes to grab a bag of cherries and run.
Then there were the two girls with toddlers in the baking section reading the back of a package. Instead of placing their carts to one side of the aisle, they took up the entire aisle. I'm not sure what was so interesting about the package, but they spent two or three minutes discussing it. I meanwhile stood there, staring at them, and waiting to move past. Finally one girl said sorry and moved the cart. I would have spoke up, but my tolerance was wearing so thin that I would have uttered something much ruder than a simple excuse me.
Then worst of all there was the old man blocking they Ben & Jerry's freezer with his cart. I stood there with my hands on my hips until he got the hint that this preggo wanted some ice cream. He was a quirky guy too. Later while walking to my car, I saw him jogging at a walking pace while pushing his cart.
When I got home, I was very glad to sit down with the dinner Jeramy had cooked me while he put everything away.