the nesting phase

I am slightly more prepared for the imminent arrival of Miss Anna today than I was yesterday.  I did a bunch of cooking yesterday afternoon and now have a freezer almost full of casseroles.  Then today Mom and I went out and purchased the neccessities* for the home birth.  I even pulled out the baby clothes.  Mostly to see if I had newborn diapers stashed away (I didn’t) but you know, now that I dragged the bin down it might as well stay in the house.  It’s currently residing in the hall, along with the crib and another bin of little cloth diapers.  So if she decides to arrive TODAY, the clothes might not be in a dresser, but they ARE accessible! 

I mean, do they really need to be washed?  How different things are when it’s the third…

This random bout of nesting has been brought to you by my mid-wife, who seemed slightly shocked that I wasn’t even a little bit prepared and gently encouraged me to get out the pool from the shop this weekend.  The pool that has a slow leak that needs to be fixed before it could even be considered for the birth.  We’re hopeful that this time around we’ll put water in it.  Assuming, of course, we fix the leak.

She also encouraged me to find some diapers and receiving blankets at a bare minimum.  Unfortunately I gave away all the newborn diapers and I turned all my receiving blankets into rags for the kitchen so I had to buy some of those, too.

Expensive, this reproducing.

I also managed to score 3m of fabric for the mural I have planned for the kid’s new room for cheap.  Wash baby clothes?  Not that high on my list of things to do, but design and prepare a completely useless mural from fabric?  ON IT. 

Now all I need to do is, oh nevermind, the list is pretty flippin’ long.

*although, judging by my last experience I’m debating how neccessary they are considering I used none of it.  Then gave it all away.  And now I’m buying it all again.