We're getting close enough to having this baby, that I've started to think about what I need to pack for the hospital. You know- clothes for the baby, clothes for me, that sort of stuff. The girls have other ideas about what I should bring though.
I've decided that waiting to have a baby is a lot like waiting for Christmas. It seems like the day is forever away. Weeks and weeks ahead of you.
Then, all of a sudden one morning you wake up and go four weeks? Is that all the time I have to get ready? Wait. In one week, I will have a fully developed human being just hanging around inside me?
And, so at some point you pack for the hospital. It's actually one of the few times Rich and I get to spend a night away from the kids.
I'm thinking it won't be the most romantic evening away from the kids we've ever had.
Perhaps I need to rethink what I'm packing here.