Packing my hospital bag
At about 5 weeks and counting until D-Day, I happened to mention on Twitter that I hadn’t yet packed my hospital bag. Boy, did I get it in the neck, with many women telling me their babies came early and I’d better pack a.s.a.p. (also got some good advice on what to pack). So I promised my followers that I would indeed pack my bag that very day.
A week later, I still haven’t packed it.
I’ve heard many stories of people packing and re-packing their hospital bag and I’m not quite sure why I’m not feeling the same ecstasy of apprehension that drives other preggos to pack at 20 weeks. Perhaps it’s because I just don’t like packing in general. I always wait until the last minute when I’m going on holiday; James gets really infuriated when it’s 1am and we need to get up at 6am to get to the airport.
Or maybe it’s because I think it will give me something to do when I go into labour. From what I hear, there’s a lot of time to kill before you even go to the hospital and having a task to occupy me would be a good thing.
Or perhaps it’s because packing the bag will suddenly make it all very real. There’s a little baby coming! Let’s get ready to rumble.
Anyway, James also seems quite keen for me to pack it. So I promise I will. Today.