Ok – The time now is 16:00. Claire has called the hospital and we’re good to go for an 18:00 arrival at the hospital. Actually having a time to work to, now means that things are starting to feel like a ‘plan’ for us, rather than sitting around waiting for a baby.
I’ve just loaded more bags into the car than Heathrow loses in a month. We’re armed to the teeth with everything that we need (we hope), ranging from spare clothes for both of us through to a full week’s worth of clothes for the baby, music player, a million nappies, and much much more.
Remember that list that said what we needed to take? Well, that’s SO wrong, evidently.
Even the dog is started to notice that there’s a change in the air; so much so, he’s thrown up on the lounge carpet. Nice.
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