Realization.

I bought a new car.
I'm super poor now.
The process of buying said car was... fun.
If there was a "dripping in sarcasm" font, that's what I would have just used.
Italics will have to do.
My sweet parents were much help during this process, and they jumped through all sorts of hoops.
Metaphorically, some of those hoops were probably on fire. That's how crazy this was.
And I ended up with a freakin amazing car.
It's cute. And fuel efficient. Which is awesome, because I drive A LOT.
And it has stickers on it!
Anyway haha...
While searching for a new car to purchase I came across an Audi TT.
It was a fantastic little sports car.
And I wanted it.
But my wonderful father would have none of it.
Even if there is virtually nothing wrong with a vehicle, Cary Mortensen will find something.
Lots of miles, tire tread is wearing in a weird pattern, there's after-market features added... and last, but not least: you can't fit a baby car seat in the back of an Audi.
DAD!
I'm 21, not married, how soon do you think I'm having kids?!
I was convinced this was a really stupid reason not to buy a sexy sports car.
I don't even want kids anyway...
right?
I have spent the last year or so telling myself that kids are not my thing. I don't like children. Well, I like certain children. Well behaved children. Cute children. Children that don't run around screaming just because they don't get what they want. I'm so tired of bratty little kids, and I see way too many of them. Kids were an no-go for me.
So you can imagine my surprise when the whole car-seat thing became important.
I guess sub-consciously I really did plan on having kids. I don't know when. It might be in 2 years, it might be in 5, it might be in 10. I'm not planning on them anytime soon.
Maybe I'm just lazy, but finding a new car and selling an Audi (with lots of miles and weird tire tread wear) because I can't put my kid in the back seems like a hassle.
And on top of being concerned about being able to fit a kid in my car, I realized that I have an "emergency pocket" in my purse.
Which has food, cough drops, cold medicine, etc in it.
So when Bryan Montague needs food I can give him crackers.
OH. MY. GOSH. I'M TURNING INTO A MOM.
This is what happens when maternal instincts start to kick in??
Planning ahead.

Which is why I didn't buy the Audi.
I'm sure you're all wondering why I didn't just buy a minivan and get it over with.

Because minivans suck.