Last week, at 35 weeks pregnant, I posted a checklist of all the things that I needed to get done before baby T makes his arrival. Since then I have been busy putting the final touches on his nursery, putting away all the shower gifts, and most importantly, checking things off of my list left and right.
I’ve been quite productive, I must admit.
There are just a few things to get done now before he comes. At 36 weeks pregnant, I need to buy him socks, put the car seat in the car (or have someone do that for us, thanks for that great suggestion!), cut my hair, and pack the hospital bags still.
The sock part is funny to me. He doesn’t have any socks. I must say that since the weather has been killer in Houston lately, I don’t quite understand why he needs socks, but I know he does. (Right?)
Tarzan has become quite anxious about packing the hospital bags. Every single day (sometimes a few times a day) he’ll say, “We really need to pack our bags.” I know that we need to get it done, but nothing is packed yet. While I’m actually ready to meet our son and ready to get on with not being pregnant anymore, there’s just something about packing the bags (and installing the car seat) that makes it so final and incredibly surreal to me.
I cannot imagine driving around these next few days/weeks having a car seat in the car. It’s not that I’m not ready, but it’s just one of those things that is so strange to me. Alas, I know it needs to get done though.
Same with our hospital bags.
T. even wants to start driving around with the bags in the car each time we leave the house. No joke. The other day we were driving around and he said, “This is the last time we are leaving the house without our bags being packed.” Um, ok.
Yesterday we were running some errands and I told him, “We left the house and we don’t have bags with us” to which he said, “Can we please pack when we get home so that this is the last time?” Poor guy.
He is already prepared with garbage bags in the car in case my water leaks. (My OB told him that it might be a good idea to have garbage bags on hand.) He doesn’t want there to be a mess. LOL. I did inform him that there’s only like 11% of women whose water actually breaks on its own, but still, he wants to be prepared.
Can’t blame him for that, but it’s really funny to me for some reason. Not like I’m making fun of him, but he just seems overly anxious and I know that it stresses him out that he cannot plan this out. I will admit, it would be a lot easier, that’s for sure!
But the reality of having a baby is that you just never know when it’s time.
Each time I go to the bathroom I look at the toilet paper to see if any of the mucus plug has come out. There’s never anything on the toilet paper, but I do check.
How strange it is that the tables have turned.
In the beginning of pregnancy you never want to see any red on toilet paper, panties, in the bathroom, etc. Then around 36 weeks pregnant, when you are well in your third trimester, it all changes. It’s like I just want to see a sign that I’m progressing and that labor could happen in a few weeks.
It probably doesn’t mean anything, but it might prepare me a little more to stop making fun of my loving and worried husband and actually pack a bag so that that part is at least done.
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Hey @mamatutwo ... Congrats! If you ever see a very lost and confused guy who looks like a deer blinded by headlights, wondering around Babies R Us or the baby section in Target like a lost puppy... that's me. ;) Keep us posted on your 4th!!
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