I've been so caught up in my own discomfort at the end of this pregnancy that I knew I needed some kind of distraction to help me make it a couple more weeks. I planned a trip to the apple orchard with my parents and hope to make applesauce next week. I planned a girls-night-in with friends, painting toenails and eating chocolate fondue. I'm even planning pumpkin carving and other fun Halloween activities and going to Grandma and Grandpa's fun concert next Saturday. I also have my big list to keep me plenty occupied. But the best distraction of all came Friday. Happiest distraction? No. Fun distraction? Definitely not. But does it yank me out of my world of self-pity and get me completely focused on something else in a way that nothing else can? Yes.