Note the title says *thinking* – I’m actually sat here on my fat arse not really doing it. Its a blooming minefield this whole labour-maternity-hospital bag malarchy! Ok, given I’m not the most organised person in the world, but the list is endless! Bendy straws?! who on earth would have thought you needed those??! I joined a baby centre group a while back – its a great forum, basically a place where loads of mums to be join and ask for advice, bitch about pregnancy niggles and have a moan about general things in life. I love going on there for a read – it really is entertaining and the ladies on there are so very helpful with many questions that you wouldn’t think about asking. Its like desperate housewives without the glitz and glamour. Most of the mums on there have already packed their bag and then some! Either I’m too laid back or I’m incredibly naive to think I can do it when I become a full blown whale at 38 weeks. *cue experienced mums shaking their head and fingers at my naivety* 🙂
So, here is what I *MUST* pack in my bag.
- Dressing gown
- Warm socks
- Massage oil (I’m hoping there is a masseuse on hand in the hospital?!)
- Bendy straws (?!?!)
- Swimwear (I’m hoping to pop the baby in a pool)
- Make-up bag (don’t know how awful ill look after popping so a bit of blush wouldn’t go amiss!)
- Laptop (in case I have one of those long drawn out labours – pregnancy fairy this is not in anyway a challenge, I would like a 15 minute labour if possible)
- Boob pads
- Huge knickers
- Food (steak anyone?!)
Those are just the ‘essentials’. We haven’t even scratched the surface of the other stuff. I feel tired just thinking of the other stuff I have to pack. Plus I have no idea where my bag is. Urghh. I have to navigate my way though the minefield that we call our attic and look for it. Like i said – I’m merely thinking of packing it. Hehehehe.
Right, I am off to do what I have become very good at doing now – having a lie down. All this thinking is making my head hurt and my heartburn worse. Tomorrow I’m going to do a post about Bambi’s room (yes, we have named the baby after a deer). Hopefully on the weekend I might find the strength to bake something in my whale-like state.