Deny Self ... and Get a Minivan?

I drove a minivan over the weekend. Oh. My. I think that anyone who knows me longer than 10 minutes knows my hatred of a minivan and all the stereo-types it holds. I think the only thing I dispise more than minivans is country music!
When I found out I was pregnant with my third, one of the first things out of my mouth was "I WILL NOT DRIVE A MINIVAN!" This is what I was yelling through my sobs.
Anyway - back to me driving one. On Saturday we were on a mission: to test drive one and also a SUV we've liked for several years that would accomodate The Three. The salesman drove a minivan into the service garage; while Mike installed all three of the car seats in it so we could test drive it, the salesman also drove the SUV-in-question into the garage next to the minivan. I ignored the minivan and immediately went to the SUV and opened it. Then my mouth hung open as I realized that while there IS a third row, there isn't a way for the passenger (namely my 6 year old) to get into the back seat - unless you slide the second row forward. I stood there with a dumb look on my face and asked the salesman "how do you get back there?" (duh, I know the answer) My reply to the obvious question was "Well, I have the girls in car seats." And then it was all over. I had a totally rebelious attitude as I drove the minivan. That was the end of Saturday.
When Sunday rolled around we overcame several obstcales to get to church. God always has a really good message what that type of morning occurs. It was about denying self. Ironically the first analogy was about vehicles - how there's always the vehicle you really want (SUV, in my case) and the one you can afford (or stuck with - in my case, the minivan). So while God impresed on me several months ago that I'm not defined by what I drive, I know that He was speaking to ME! ME! I think that someday I'll think this is funny - like all the other things I'm doing that I PROMISED I never would. I guess I pray for a change of heart, so why am I surprised when it happens?
Apparently, I'm now in the market for a minivan.