(Alternately Titled: All My Bags Are Packed, I’m Big as a House)
Only five more days until our due date. I’ve been vibing June 5th, though, since the beginning, so we’ll see. I thought Hubs was going to make fun of me for already packing our bags, but it turns out last night, he said, “We should probably pack our bags.” (Check!)
Although, I have to admit – I have this nagging feeling that preparation = waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Like, if we weren’t prepared, and in fact, completely drowning in unpreparedness, we would actually see Bean swimming her way out tomorrow.
But nonetheless, since two pairs of grandparents are currently on vacation, and my mom won’t be rolling into town any earlier than the 1st, it’s probably best not to go into labor for the next few days.
So Bean’s adorable diaper bag (a generous gift from my beautiful hostesses, two sisters and a bestie – ew, I have never used that term before, and probably never will again) is stocked with newborn diapers, wipes, baby toiletries, onesies to wear in the hospital, and her homecoming outfit (I’m currently torn between two).
And I spent a good hour at Target the other day stocking up on mom-and-dad travel-sized toiletries so I can pack-it-and-forget-it.
And we just came back from touring the birthing facilities where I’ll be having little Bean. (I mostly just wanted to know the quickest way to get from parking lot to birthing bed.)
BAM! In your face, procrastination!