Erin had her first day of maternity leave this week and tidied and cleaned the flat. I mistook this for nesting but she reminded me that this is what she does when she's off. She does. I don't. I was reminded of that too.
Amid this, she packed her hospital bag and the baby bag. Erin and I ran though the final things to put in them this morning. I now know what's in and what's not. What's needed and what's not. This is unlike last weekend when Erin said she felt funny, thinking the time had come, and I went into a complete psychotic-fumbly-panic, worrying what on earth we had to get ready. Now I know. I can't promise I won't fumble when the time comes but it will be less psychotic.
The baby's bag has the cutest things in it, boys' blue and girls' pink tops - we honestly don't know the gender, unlike some people think - and simply the cuddliest all-in-one white winter snow suit to come home in.
I think we're getting ready.
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