Ten days and counting

The official countdown to D-day (or should that be 'b-day'?) has started, and I just have ten days to go.  I definitely don't feel ready. But as someone pointed out to me over the weekend "you've had nine months to prepare,so it's not really a surprise is it?"

The baby stuff is nearly ready.  The moses basket is prepped, the clothes are washed (and even ironed!) I've a cupboard full of nappies in a variety of sizes and brands. I've 300 wet wipes, 100 nappy sacks and six months worth of supply of the things you put in the nappy disposal bin to stop the dirty nappies from stinking up the place.

The hospital bag 90% packed. The birth plan written (does anyone at the hospital actually read it?). All families have details of the hospital. Several phones, cameras and emergency contact mechanisms are prepared.

And I'm not ready. Every time I go somewhere I think "next time I do this, there will be a baby, God willing." Seems a very incomprehensible idea.

A lovely lovely friend came over to take some 'bump' pictures over the weekend, so that's a tick off the list too.

What now? Admin. All that stuff that really ought to be done, otherwise will cause problems. You know who you are Mr Inland Revenue. Boo to you.

And? Writing, writing, writing as much as possible for work.

And then? Have been nesting for some weeks now, but still have the irrepressible urge to continue tidying/organising/cleaning.

Only ten days left? Crikey. You all need to start praying for me! (and the little one of course)

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