I have a confession to make. I'm 38+ weeks pregnant and still haven't packed my hospital bag. It seems that this is a major faux pas - all first time mums-to-be seem to have not one, but at least 2 bags (baby bag and mum bag, of course!) packed and ready by the door, with a list of To Dos for dad-to-be, by 36 weeks. Oh dear. Even my midwife is cross with me.
Confession #2: I can't stop eating mine and Brian's 'labour' food. This is another reason why the bag isn't packed. The Mars Bars are my weakness - I don't even like them but they're sitting in my kitchen cupboard whispering 'Eat me' every time I open it. It seems like such a good idea at the time. Then Bubba gets an energy rush and does La Cucuracha. And I'm left feeling guilty and nauseous. And Brian is left feeling a very hungry boy after 12+hours of labour. Oh dear.
My To Do list is out of control. But, even with 10 days and counting, I'm still working (from home - but it's still time away from polishing floors and cleaning skirting boards, building cots and washing EVERYTHING in non-bio detergent). I'm meant to be having naps in the sunshine and completing 'all the things I've been meaning to do for the last decade' in these two precious pre-labour weeks.
Oh well. Learning how to bake scones is just going to have to wait until retirement.
