I'm not a person who is generally late. I even have a number of friends who tease me about my proclivity for being slightly, maybe a tad, too early sometimes. I just hate being late. I hate making others wait for me. It's just one of my things. I don't think my new-coming daughter will have this same trait as her Momma. She seems to be working on her own schedule and likes things fashionably late. I don't see anything fashionable about being late, but that's just me. She's just playing games with me now and I have a list that I am working on that I will definitely have to share with her on her eighteenth birthday to embarrass her.
Funny things that happen when Baby makes Momma wait:
I have officially come down to three shirts, two pairs of yoga pants and one long black jersey dress. That is all my belly will fit into.
I have packed and had to unpack my hospital bag and do laundry for my clothes rotation four times in the past week or so because I've need of the things in the bag. I am officially overdue and my bag has a flat iron and a hoodie in it. Ready? Not quite.
Four days ago I experienced FINALLY consistent contractions so much so that I could time them and they were coming out to being six minutes apart or thereabouts and I was sure this was IT, so, me being me, I went about making these yummy lemon squares through it all so that in the event that I went to the hospital quickly or in the night when nothing was open, I wouldn't show up empty handed to the hard working nurses who tend to the laboring and delivering women (we all know the doctor only shows up at the last minute)! It's just one of our things to bring treats. Well, they've been in the fridge and I've had to buy other ingredients to throw something else together last minute because, while they are still good, I am NOT bringing in four day old refrigerated lemon squares. We can eat those!
My husband has also had to install and subsequently remove the infant carrier from the car for a number of different reasons this past month to accommodate other passengers, etc. Well, it's in to stay now, but if she were HERE already it wouldn't have had to come in and out so many times.
I've had to clean the pack n' play three times just to be sure it won't be dusty for her when she comes home.
That's all I can think of for now and I am about to get up and do a load of laundry and try to organize yet another bag packing episode, just in case perhaps, could I be so lucky that today might be the day?
