The Incorrigible Night Owl

I think I have officially done everything that I could possibly do to prepare. Last night I even opened the two-pack of pacifiers and boiled them. To give you a point of reference, this was more than likely completely unnecessary. Both of my other babies refused pacifiers of any type and I have no reason to expect this one to be any different. But we’re ready to go, just in case. The swing is also set up, the bed’s been set up for over a week, all the clothes, burp cloths and blankets are washed and put away. The pocket in my nursing pillow has the necessary supplies in it. The diaper bag is packed with the necessities for our first outing. I dug through the boxes of still-unpacked knicknacks in my closet and found my statue of Heket, the Egyptian goddess of childbirth, who accompanied me to the hospital and hung out on my i.v. stand the previous two times. I am DONE getting ready. I can’t think of another thing I could possibly do.
Any time now, kid.