I have to admit, I had high hopes that I’d spend Labor Day laboring. And I did. I mowed the yard – that produced nothing but the desperate need for a shower and a lot of inhaled dust from crispy dried-out grass. I cleaned the house. Major bonus there, but no laboring effects. I made cookies… I’m sure those would be beneficial to some poor starving child, but my expanding waistline doesn’t need such a benefit. I set up the crib for Charlotte so she can migrate from the pack ‘n play to the crib. (Compliments of a borrowed mattress – since we already have two –and Sterling and Ruby have them in toddler beds. I refuse to buy another crib mattress.) So Charlotte is a crib now, the pack ‘n play is (very, very briefly) packed away, and Baby will have a bed too… but it seems quite content to remain right where it is for another day – or up to 5 weeks, I try to remind myself. Horrid thought.
Oh well. It was worth a shot. Now, I have to hope I don’t go into labor tonight. I’m exhausted!
I was hoping for labor today as well =)…. my labor so far has consisted of dishes, floors, laundry and cleaning the bathroom… hoping this is my last cleaning spree before the little one arrives.
I hope it is too! Homebirth plans have given me a whole new perspective – I do not want to labor it a dirty house! I’m scared to go to bed without picking up and straightening… 🙂