Target is the best, am I right? So many cute things. But wait. Cute things in that store don't end with home decor and Steve Madden knockoffs. Target also has hella cute shit for babies. Hella cute maternity wear. I used to smile when I walked past the onesies and cribs - "I'm going to buy those soon!" Several months and dollars wasted on tests later, I have re-routed my Target trips. When I find myself walking past the things not meant for me, I have to look away. I'm almost numb to it now. "Oh, hey period, how's it hangin'?" Every month. Like clockwork. I guess I should be happy my body works? Right? Everything happens for a reason? I believe in God. I trust God. I believe in miracles. I've seen people hold onto faith for much longer for far more serious circumstances than not being able to conceive. Even though it feels pretty dire to not be able to do what my body should be able to do. I really want to drive to Target right now to pick up anything, or nothing, but anyplace with things for babies doesn't feel like a place for me. And I think that's a pretty rotten emotion to feel.