The new wheels for the hand-me-down BOB are in the mail but they’ll be here in a day or two. Our bags are ready to go. The one on the right is the labor bag: Gatorade, snacks, toiletries, a bathrobe. The one on the left is the post-birth bag: a change of clothes for both of us, a blanket, a onesie for him to wear home. The car seat has been installed. The crib is assembled. We own a lot of diapers. And we are about to walk off the cliff of hopefully-well-prepared in a beautiful unknown.
A lesson learned.
Nobody gets too much heaven no more.
Your one real goal as a writer: to keep your butt in that chair.
I miss the days when people used to blog.
I'm holding the dress and I can't stop smiling.