
I just have to vent about my horrible sense of direction and the troubles it can cause. I was feeling rather adventurous this morning and decided I would walk to daily mass. I google mapped it and felt very proud of myself for figuring out how to get there without having to consult my savvy husband who knows directions like the back of his hand. I wrote them down and set out. Now...I should mention it would be a 2 mile walk...just to get to the church...but I thought maybe this will help little G to drop down in position and get my labor going...a little too presumptuous to assume but I was hopeful!
So off I go. I am walking along a very very loud noisy highway for a very long time, almost 40 minutes (and the directions say it will only take 40 minutes so I was beginning to wonder when the road would end and I would reach the downtown area. Then I hit a point where there is no sidewalk to walk on and I get a little concerned so it is then that I decide to call my direction savvy husband and figure out if my directions were right. Thank goodness he picked up! Turns out I missed the turnoff for the right street about 5 minutes into my walk and walked a wee bit out of the way!
As I begin crying because by now the blisters are hurting and mass has started Dave calmly tells me to turn around and somehow leads me the right way and I am able to make it to mass only 30 minutes later than planned.
So I learned two things. Never again decide to go on a 4 mile walk without first making sure my directions are correct and I know where I am going! And secondly make sure there are plenty of bathroom stops along the way!
Two good things came out of my 2 hour jaunt.
1. The great and wonderful Starbucks saved the day. Cozy seats, air conditioning, food and ice water. Who cares about the coffee!
2. I at least made it to mass and caught the last 15 minutes and now I know the correct way to get there.
Well maybe three things. Thank goodness for loving husbands who can help their poor prego wife out when in tears.
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