Justin and I have been doing a bunch of stuff this weekend, and except for a few things, I finally feel like should I go into labor at any moment, we more or less have everything ready. That’s not entirely true, but it’s a lot closer than we were three or four days ago. We have the bassinet fully assembled upstairs (received second-hand from Justin’s brother and sister-in-law) and the Pack-and-Play set up downstairs (we bought this for ourselves a couple months’ ago). The Pack-and-Play has clean sheets thanks to our baby shower, and the bassinet sheets are on order from Amazon.com. All of Sprout’s new and second-hand clothing is washed, and about 90% of it is sorted and put away. We have enough diapers to last, well, at least two weeks (I hope!) and I have my hospital bag almost completely packed… put it this way, anything I’ve forgotten or not packed yet (with the exception of my ID, health insurance card and OB/pregnancy tracking card — all of which live in my purse, not the hospital bag) I won’t miss. I probably won’t use or even remember 98% of what I’ve packed, but still think I packed reasonably conservatively. I mean, it’s not like I’m moving in or will really be in a condition or frame of mind to do most of the things that seem important right now, and I know I’m not going to care about being in a hospital gown. Remembering back to my knee surgery, by the second bathroom visit post-op, I was practically falling/walking out of my hospital gown and I really didn’t give a damn who saw what as long as I made it safely from bed to bathroom (which was frequently, due to all the fluids they pumped through my IV!)
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