I'm thankful today that my mom raised me to be an organized freak. Writing a good list gives me goose bumps, and I'm able to think of (and plan for) millions of different scenarios. While this is not always a positive character trait, I'm currently finding it very useful.
Um, in case you are new to my blog: I'm having a baby in less than 7 weeks!!!!!!! Perfect, great, wonderful. Except, I've only known this for 3 days, not the 8 months most pregnant women have. And the baby is being born about 30 hours away, not just wherever I happen to go into labor at.
Yesterday I pulled out Squirt's newborn stuff to start figuring out what I need for Spud. I did a couple of loads of laundry and packed a suitcase for him. I've got some outfits, sleepers, sleep sacks, a warm blanket, a few receiving blankets, a boppy and a toy. They say that the hospital will give us the first few days worth of diapers/formula/pacifiers. And then there is a Walgreens/Walmart/CVS on every corner.
I'm trying to determine how we are going to set up the house when we get back/where to put Spud's stuff for now.
I am antsy for tomorrow so that I can talk to our adoption specialist about traveling and start working out all the details. We really want to drive so that we can save money, bring the dog, stop to see family on our way home, yadda, yadda, yadda. But even if we leave the second we get the call that Tummy Mommy is in labor, there is almost certainly no way we can make it in time for the birth.
I have managed to find two hotels in the area that fit our needs (pet friendly, suite style, indoor pool for Squirt), so at least I know WHERE to go when I get there. And I've lined up my amazing aunt to drive up from her home to watch Squirt while we are at the hospital with Spud.
Honestly, I just want to close my daycare on December 2, pack up Squirt and the dog and drive to my in-laws. Then when labor starts, I can drive there and get there in time and Squishy can fly in. Ha! Now that I have typed that out, that might just be the solution. Thanks blog readers for helping me with my crazy!
Yesterday morning I called my mom for advice. I had all this frantic energy and no clue where to start. "My first instinct," I told her, "is to clean my fridge, but I know that's not the best use of my time." She laughed and explained to me that it is just a road trip, which I have made many of times, and a newborn, which I have successfully managed once.
A million thoughts are racing through my mind, so please forgive my crazy frantic posts over the next few weeks.
Love you all!
I don't think the fridge is a horrible place to start, honestly - if it gives you a little time to feel like what you're doing is productive, but still monotonous enough to let you think through things at the same time. The night before my flight to Mexico, I was so worked up that when the in-laws left me home alone for a few hours, I cleaned their whole house top to bottom (swept, mopped, windows, dishes... BATHROOMS!) and it gave me a little time to sort my head out and get the next morning flowing smoothly.
ReplyDeleteI love that the fridge was your first place you thought you needed to start! You crack me up! But it's this need to be perfect that gives your boys (squee!) the great life you guys give them. You're always in my prayers. I'm so excited for your family.
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