I luh-uh-uh-uh-uhv you. 8 days. I have 8 days of work left and then begins my 12 week vacation.
You know where I sleep in, and clean, and relax, and eat bon bons like all stay at home moms.
Holy shit.
8 days before I am at home and sleeping in 45 minute intervals while our house goes down the crapper (good-bye nesting), and I make my “goal” to shower and brush my teeth once a day, and to not smell like breast milk.
So I won’t lie that I see that date on the calendar and think… wow. I will be able to breathe come Monday, March 11 when G goes to school and I go get felt up for my last scheduled appointment. Yah, I only have 2 of those left. And then the rest of the week as I sit around and wait on Baby to arrive.
But I know it won’t happen like that. I am kind of hoping that I will have time to put together that he IS arriving… like soon. Like, I should probably figure out what would happen if I went into labor in the middle of the night and who would stay with G? I mean, probably, right? It’s time for that?
I should maybe find that newborn headrest for the car seat (no clue where that is.) I should probably stop wearing the clothes I’ve put into my hospital bag. I think that defeats the purpose of the hospital bag. I should maybe put my make up in a bag? Or something?
And what do you do if your water breaks at home or the office? Who cleans that up? Plaguing. My. Mind. Kind of. To be honest, I have like zero ability to understand that this is REALLY HAPPENING.
Did anyone else feel this with #2? I bought some wipes the other day. And I’ve put in a little organizer in our room. G and I went and picked out a new lovie for baby Meyer as a present from Griffin. Um, now what?
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All I have to say is make sure you have a camera with you at all of your upcoming dr's appt. I got sent straight from the dr's office to the hospital and was devastated that all I had with me was my phone.
I'm not even sure we had diapers for Laura when she arrived. It's a good thing I took them from the hospital :)
I can say from experience that if your water breaks at home, your husband cleans it up. And you don't worry about it. If it breaks at work, you still don't worry about it... you just get to the hospital :)
I'm totally with you in this whole, is this really happening? mindset. Thought about the newborn headrest for the car last night - no idea where it is. Not sure if the move that's happening in a few weeks will help or hurt our ability to find things. I think this is why second kids have to be more laid back...
Jill are you one of those people who "didn't even know she was in labor" and then out popped a baby 20 mins later with no drugs or pain??
Cate, good to know about the hubs cleaning it up. I mean, I just don't want to be doing a load of laundry and cloroxing everything.
NO idea how you are moving... except the comfort of know that everything is organized? And the glory of having your own OWN place. Yowsas. I'm too huge to move :) Huge and out of breath.
Perchance we might have the newborn headrest. We did at one point. Now to locate in the shambles of my garage. And yeah, total denial with #3. I was pretty ready for Brooklyn. That's what happened with my bonus baby.
Oh no - I wasn't in labor. I wish it was that easy. Unfortunately Laura stopped moving and was in distress. I got sent to the hospital and had to have an almost emergency c-section to get her out. It all happened within 1.5 hours. I was 37 weeks.
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