I have to admit, I had high hopes that I’d spend Labor Day laboring. And I did. I mowed the yard – that produced nothing but the desperate need for a shower and a lot of inhaled dust from crispy dried-out grass. I cleaned the house. Major bonus there, but no laboring effects. I made cookies… I’m sure those would be beneficial to some poor starving child, but my expanding waistline doesn’t need such a benefit. I set up the crib for Charlotte so she can migrate from the pack ‘n play to the crib. (Compliments of a borrowed mattress – since we already have two –and Sterling and Ruby have them in toddler beds. I refuse to buy another crib mattress.) So Charlotte is a crib now, the pack ‘n play is (very, very briefly) packed away, and Baby will have a bed too… but it seems quite content to remain right where it is for another day - or up to 5 weeks, I try to remind myself. Horrid thought.
Oh well. It was worth a shot. Now, I have to hope I don’t go into labor tonight. I’m exhausted!
I was hoping for labor today as well =).... my labor so far has consisted of dishes, floors, laundry and cleaning the bathroom... hoping this is my last cleaning spree before the little one arrives.
ReplyDeleteI hope it is too! Homebirth plans have given me a whole new perspective - I do not want to labor it a dirty house! I'm scared to go to bed without picking up and straightening... :)
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