I guess I can’t really call them confessions – since I haven’t actually done anything wrong. But these are things I could never say anywhere else except for on this blog. I am sure I still illicit the same faces and remarks via the internet – but I don’t have to see them. So, it’s all good.
Today is my OB appointment. Friday the doctor assured me they would probably keep me on Monday or schedule an induction on Tuesday.
Anyway, so there were some very silly things I wanted to get done before my life is completely devoted to another human. I went online to Anthropologie and bought some clothes for after baby.
I figured they are all cute tummy hiders, and I would feel stupid sitting at the computer and picking out clothes with my family here and a new baby and all. So, they are all on there way now… and will be here a few weeks afterwards when I am ready to emerge from the baby-den.
I made G rated playlists and CDs. Including a baby cd for the hour ride home from the hospital. Also pointless – but it was fun.
I waxed everything that could possibly grow… that is too much information but in the spirit of embarrassing things I thought I would throw that one out there.
I wrote out a grocery list for the husband for the next two weeks, just in case once we get home I am too mystified to speak or suddenly become mute. Including COLORS OF THE ITEMS to buy – that way there is no confusion. I swear I am not normally this anal.
I wrote out my birth plan by hand, since my printer conveniently broke THIS MORNING. I wrote very carefully, but hopefully everyone can still read my handwriting enough to not go – “she wants a what?”.
I had a nice, long talk with baby about please, please, please keeping their little hands down and come out nice and slow and today. Please.
And NOW, we are officially ready. There is nothing more to be done. And I am sitting here devouring the rest of a box of mint ice cream sandwiches before heading off to the hospital.
