Mostly I'm not as crazy as the previous post. Our therapist pointed out that during the first trimester, I was terrified of losing the pregnancy; during the second, I was afraid of someone breaking into our house in the middle of the night; and now, during the third, I worry the world will end. It's only a matter of scale.
Things are still coming together. SF put the carseat in the car this afternoon. We have clean clothes, receiving blankets, and bumgenius diapers with a supply of disposables until we get our feet under us. The fridge and freezer are stocked with food for September, and the new freezer arrives Monday. Our doctor said the baby is moving down, and that she expects we'll be among the 80% of her patients who go between 39 and 41 weeks. Guess it's time to finish packing that bag for the hospital ...
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I love my Bumgenius! Did you get the paper liners for them? They make CDing SO. MUCH. EASIER.
Give yourself about 4-6 weeks with the 'sposies. Merconium is gross, and the BG probably won't fit until he's a month or 2 old anyway.
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