I went to Target yesterday because I told myself we needed dog food and toilet paper. And we did. Really. But I knew deep down inside, that we also really needed new rugs for our entry way, new throw rugs for our kitchen and lots n' lots of boots and shoes for the boys. So I got all of that and then some. I also bought halloween candy. And flannel sheets. I seriously have a Target problem.

Part of the problem is my belief during the advanced stages of all of my three pregnancies that I will be completely confined to the house after the birth of my child. Therefore, I must make sure I have purchased, stocked, and tallied every little thing that anyone may need prior to giving birth. This fear is only compounded when we talk about giving birth within weeks of Christmas. I must organize! I must shop! I must stock up!

All this from a woman who managed to still attend and party at Octoberfest in Ellicottville with a five week baby snuggled to her chest in a Bjorn. And travel to Florida (ALONE!) with a newborn and a two year old. But despite a historical evidence to the contrary, I am convinced the birth of my third will REALLY be the defining moment that requires I never leave the home ever, ever again. Even to get to Target. Do you think Target will miss me?