Today will be Allison's first time going out in public.
As much as I want to cocoon her inside our house forever, protecting her from the world, it suddenly dawned on me that there are only a few weeks until Christmas and we have, oh, nothing purchased for anyone.
I never really gave the holidays much thought while I was in my third trimester. To be fair, I never really gave anything much thought other than getting to the finish line. I guess figured I would be on maternity leave and have plenty of time to shop.
Oh, how naive I was.
I didn't factor in the loads of gear I now have to carry everywhere and the hours it takes to get everything in order before we even step foot outside the house. The hassle alone makes me second-guess traveling anywhere, not to mention the scary reality of dealing with a crying fit as strangers give me death glares or the rigors of having to change a soiled diaper on the go.
But Christmas is on the horizon, and hopefully the mall won't be completely clogged on a Friday afternoon. Besides, she might like the motion of the stroller.
If all else fails, I have a plan -- retreat to a department store dressing room.
And if that fails?
ABORT MISSION IMMEDIATELY. GO HOME. SHOP ONLINE.