We are at T minus 4 weeks! Four weeks! That's only a month!
I'm both surprised and dying for the end. I'm sure most women who have been pregnant understand what I'm talking about. On one hand I can't wait to meet the baby, have a drink again if I want, get out of the bathtub on my own (oh yes, I need a helping hand). On the other I'm going to miss feeling her squirming around in there, and once she's out I have to start worrying about what she's doing and where she is.
Amos and I have just about everything taken care of except packing a bag for the hospital. I'm not exactly sure what clothes to put in there. Every book I have suggests taking some nightgowns that are both suitable for breastfeeding and, to be kind of direct for a second, I would be okay throwing away since they could come back looking like I survived Vietnam or maybe a food fight involving only ketchup. You hear me? That's kind of a tall order. I mean, I like all my clothes! So I'm going out today to find something, I don't know what. Also I'm stocking up on mini-toiletries so I can just pack them and then throw them away there. Much less hassle that way!