I am convinced that knowing your baby's arrival date is a curse. For most, I'm sure it would give a peace of mind. However, it has the negative effect on me. I am a procrastinator in the truest sense of the word. I've known D-Day was coming for 10 days but somehow waited until today to get the baby clothes down from the attic, wash them, and put them away.
Because I know in the morning, I will be heading to the hospital for the next 3-4 days, I expect the house to be spotless before we leave. Which stresses me because again, we have put it off and put it off. Now it does look better than it has in a few weeks because we have finally picked up the mass destruction from a Halloween bomb that went off about 2 weeks ago and continued to multiply mess. However, it is not in the perfect shape that would please me most.
For mothers who wait on nature to take its course, there is no freaking out about the house being spotless. They simply go to the hospital when it is time. And the house looks however the house looks. I am trying to adapt that philosophy now.
As my darling husband pointed out, its still mess you have to deal with, whether its before baby comes home or after. I do suppose he is right but doesn't mean its easy to accept.
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