The Littlest Things

I'm ready.

Forget the crib, Bean clothes, or diapers. Those'll get taken care of...eventually.*

My toes have been professionally painted. Thank you, Lucia at Red Door.

Now I can go into labor.




Funny how we all have little things we need. This was mine. That and shaving my legs (with which H had to help, given that I can't see over my belly). 'Cause you know the docs and nurses all sit around between contractions tallying up who looks the best in labor.

*Actually, H was a total star this weekend and humored me by not only packing his bag for the hospital but also putting up the crib and helping me wash Bean clothes.

PS - anyone else having problems entering subject lines in their posts today?