Today marks the two-week point in the countdown to my due date.
And the long and short of it is:
My bags are packed.
The nursery is ready.
My resignation paperwork is complete.
Matt's bag of snacks is waiting by the door. (Like a true man he insisted I buy beef jerky for his snack. I think he thinks a stay at the hospital is comparable to roughing it).
The carseat is clean and installed.
My mom is packed and ready for departure.
There is food in the house.
There are clear liquids in the house.
My big purple ball is fully inflated.
But on the flip side:
I'm soooo tired.
I'm fighting a cold.
I feel miserable.
I can't sleep.
I'm getting impatient.
I'm suddenly emotional! (A phenomenon that has been MIA for the past nine months.)
I'm a grouch.
In medical terms:
I'm ready to have a baby. Let's get this show on the road!
"I think he thinks a stay at the hospital is comparable to roughing it)"
ReplyDeleteI am glad to see he took my advice. Hopefully he also has some K-rations, sleeping bag, flashlight, pocket knife, etc. as well. It's a jungle in there :D
Hurray for the end - and it MUST come!
ReplyDeleteWatching for updates. Our prayers are with you. :-)
Hope all goes well for you! GET SOME REST!! :-) (I know I felt guilty for feeling like a blob for the last several weeks, but now I realize that my body was telling me to rest for a very good reason!)
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