I am 38 weeks pregnant today. I cannot go anywhere without someone asking when my twins are due.
::there's only one in there, people::
I have been horribly behind on everything I need to have done before baby gets here. I am sewing my own newborn diapers, nursing pads and mama cloth. I am 1/10 of the way done with those. I have yet to pack my hospital bag.
T-minus 2 weeks.
I feel so pressed for time and am convinced the baby is coming early. Of course, it will probably not come early, but, in fact, late. That's how my kids roll.
I am ready for this kiddo to come on out...and then I get a call...
My midwife: "Hi. I am going to be out of town on Saturday so keep your legs crossed."
Aka - dont have the baby.
Ryan has army drill this weekend, too. Out of town.
Guess I should probably be expecting a baby on Saturday, then. 'Cause that's how my kids roll.
Well, off to pack.
