I know, I know, “life is what happens when you making other plans…John Lennon”.
I find it rather ironic that I am in hospital and my bag and the resident alien’s bag is no where near being packed. I can already hear Mamma telling me that as soon as I get home I’d better pack my bag as well as the resident alien’s bag.
Side note: Somewhere in my 8th month of pregnancy with Dudie, I was admitted to hospital. No bags packed. Nothing. As soon as I got home, Mamma made me pack our bags just in case.
Well currently I am #27weeks pregnant and was admitted yesterday. I can hear Mamma tell me to pack our bags already.
Guess what I will be doing when I get home. I need to get a hospital bag🤔🙄
And over the weekend Dude was saying that we still have loads of time before the baby arrives. Really? I think we all got a wake up call. We need to be prepared…
I am in private room in hospital. I am actually grateful because I think I need the solitude right now.
P.S. There is still so much that needs to be done. I am not quite ready yet….