Or at least a big day. Not THE big day. That will come twenty or so-ish weeks later. But tomorrow is a big day in pregnancy land. Tomorrow is the day we find out whether to bring pink onsies to the hospital or blue.
As if.
In all actuality, we’ll bring whatever onsies I can grab in the middle of the night once my water has broken and the time for putting together a cute wardrobe has long since vanished. I’ll frantically waddle into the kid’s room and root around in the dark for something to bring with us that doesn’t have any stains on it, while Chris paces the hallway and calls the doctor, because I am an ACE at planning.
I’ll have the best of intentions of packing a hospital bag beforehand. I will. In about two months, I’ll start to put together a list. An awesome, comprehensive list complete, with things like:
-hair dryer
-bean bag heating pad thingy
-diapers
-Um…?
Then I will get distracted by something shiny and walk away from the list. The kids will find the list and color on it. It will get pushed under the couch and left to languish for months along with a handful of cheerios and a dog biscuit. Two nights before I go into labor, I will suddenly and frantically recall my list. I will recall that it was a superb list. Unequal to anything I could put together again. I will start searching the condo for it. I will make angry faces at Chris and toss things to the left and right as I look for this really, really, great list. I will get distracted by the mess I have just created. I will make angry faces at Chris because Look! A huge mess! I will clean the mess and make more angry faces at Chris, because he is the symbol of all things terribly wrong with my hormones, and also, Rar.
Then I will forget about my list again. I will eat baked Cheetos and chocolate chunk ice cream, and scrub the floorboards nineteen more times.
But that day is not for another twenty or so-ish weeks, so eh, no list needed right now. Besides, if I forget my onsies, Disney will be right there waiting for me:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/02/07/business/media/07disney.html?_r=1
Ugh. I guess better go make that list.
What time is your appointment? I have to work, but AHHH! I'm so excited! Johanna's isn't until 3 her time, so I'm really hoping yours is really early in the morning. Like right now. Eeek! Baby!
ReplyDeleteHey! Where's the baby?! :)
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