It’s 11:22 a.m.
If all goes well and some moron doesn’t set themselves on fire or blow off any of their fingers “celebrating” Labor Day weekend, by this time next week we will be a family of four. I could be in my room eating a post surgery meal and basking in the love of my three guys.
I’m still in shock that we are so close to the end.
I’m also completely unprepared when it comes to having “stuff” for the baby.
I have my boobs.
I have a pack of diapers.
I have some clothes.
That’s good enough, right?
I probably won’t get that pregnancy massage but I will be in for one as soon as I can after giving birth. Along with some new tattoos.
The hospital I’m delivering at has a kick-ass cafeteria. That may be what I’m looking most forward to during my hospital stay. Well, besides the baby of course.
I wonder if they could send wine in one of these care packages?
And these? These make me think I should get to designing some birth announcements sooner than later.
Oh, and since some of you have asked, yes we have a very small registry.