It's crunch time. Less than three weeks to the due date. Shanna claims The Kid could arrive at any time. Meanwhile our nursery looks like a stork exploded, but without the feathers. Baby things are everywhere. Between all the baby-related laundry we had to do this weekend (thanks) and trying to figure out exactly where all this baby gear is going to go, we've had our hands full. Luckily we've inherited so much clothing The Kid's never going to have to wear anything more than once.
Shanna's making progress on getting her hospital bag together. She's not allowed to have the baby until it's ready. I'm bad at packing under the best of circumstances. When I went to Vegas this past spring I forgot underwear, the year before that I forgot pants. Arugably in Vegas you don't need either, but still. I routinely visit my folks without bringing a jacket and I don't remember how many times I've forgotten socks. My major goal in regard to the hospital is remember to bring Shanna.