So yesterday I bought a gallon of milk and as I was standing in front of the cooler in the store, I had a moment. All of those jugs were stamped: Best by 10-17-16. All that milk “expires” on my due date.

Now I’m not really wound up about having this baby on October 17th. I know that due dates are approximations and that coming early or going long isn’t something to worry about at this point. My house is pretty much ready for baby and my ribs are ready to be done with the kicking.

What hit me was that pregnancy can seem to last forever, even if you’re fairly comfortable like I’ve been. And now it’s only going to last through the next few gallons of milk. (I say “few” because the one I bought yesterday is already half-gone.) Sometimes measuring time in a different way, like gallons of milk, can put a new perspective on it.