What's In My Bag | Hospital Edition

Our bags are officially packed. We are officially as ready as we will ever be for this little man to come into the world. I'm due on Friday and now we just hurry up and wait. I remember this feeling from last time and Marin decided to take her precious time and wait until ten days after my due date to grace us with her adorable presence. I know a due date is just an estimate, more like a little suggestion to make pregnant mothers go a little bit crazy. 

I am a planner. The waiting and suspense just about kills me by this point but I'm trying to just tie up lose ends at work. Get the the house ready. And wait. And wait and wait and wait. Everyday I go to bed at night I wonder if we will be having a baby in the next 24 hours or not. So far, not. 

Last time we did this, I feel like I packed more? Maybe I did. I honestly don't completely remember but I feel like this time around, we are in a good place packing wise. There's one bag for the hospital and a canvas grocery bag full of snacks and random other items that we will throw in last minute. I plan on putting some minimal make up in and my flat iron. We will need to toss in the phone chargers. But overall, the bags are packed. 

I've also packed a bag for Marin because once I'm in labor and we head to the hospital, she is heading to the grandparent's house and will hang out there until she can come meet her new baby brother. 

Not pictured:

Minimal Hair Stuff

Gift for Marin/Gift for Sullivan

Phone chargers

Assorted, Minimal Makeup 

Now we wait. I'm ready to not be pregnant any longer and to meet this little guy. Come on, Sullivan! 

Baby Marin | Week Fifty

2 more weeks. 2 more weeks until our little baby is a one year old. This time last year, I was big and pregnant and waiting for her arrival. February 8th was my due date. We went far past that day and Marin took her precious time in getting here. We waited until ten days past my due date. We did lots of waiting, and wondering, and waiting some more. 

Marin and I try to make a trip to see the Great Grandparents once a week or so, as our schedule allows. I always love going down. It gets us out of the house and she always has fun. We usually have lunch and play on the floor. We usually make the trek down after her morning nap and hang out until right before her afternoon nap. That's what we did today, although as I write this, she is supposed to be taking a nap and I can hear her playing around in her crib. Go to sleep, child. 

Marin has been fighting a gnarly cold the past few weeks. Her nose finally has stopped running constantly but she now has a lovely cough instead. Having a sick baby is a tough thing. She really hasn't been sick at all yet, so this feels like new territory. It's tough when they can't tell you what's going on and you just make sure they are comfortable and cozy. I am ready for this sickness to be out of house. 

(She wasn't quite sure about the Cabbage Patch doll.) 

Baby Marin. Week Fifty. 

2 more weeks. 

Waiting for Marin

Tomorrow I will be 1 week overdue. We have spent the past week preparing the last minute details in anticipation for our little ones arrival. I have spent many evenings wondering if this will be the last time I get ready for bed without a little one to keep us company. Will this be the last time I shave my legs in peace for awhile? Will this be the last time I almost sleep through the night, aside from getting up to go the restroom too many times every night? Will this be the last time our little home is strangely silent? Will this be the last time my house is somewhat clean and organized? 

Yet, as I write these words, she still has not arrived into this world. 

We spent a good part of yesterday at one of my normal OB appointments. I didn't think I would actually end up going to this appointment. I figured she would be here by now. A normal appointment turned into a trip to the hospital across the street for a no stress test, some blood work, and an ultrasound. Everything was done in preparation for the possibility of us welcoming our little girl into this world. But, alas, I am not dilated at all, at least as of yesterday, and they sent us home around 8:30pm last night. All of her tests came back with flying colors and it seems that she still wants to bake in there for a little while longer. 

So, we still wait. 

We still receive countless text messages and emails from friends and family. 

Is she here yet? 

Will she have red hair and dimples like her mama? 

Have they talked about inducing you yet? 

*As a side note: Ryan and I really aren't a fan of the whole inducing thing. We would much rather have her take her precious time as long as there are no medical emergencies. Just so you all know. :) There are too many risk factors that come with induction, at least in our opinion. 

So, we still wait. 

We had Valentine's Day donuts because clearly my man knows the way to my heart. 

We are taking it easy and I'm drinking my pregnancy tea like it's going out of a style. 

I am working here and there for the dental office from home. 

We are spending our last days together as just a couple. Soaking it all in. 

So, we still wait. 

My poor, swollen feet. 

Is it a Boy or Is it a Girl?

Today is the day. I cannot believe we are already here. This means that I am nearly half way through this pregnancy, which is so hard to believe. Time is flying. It will be Christmas before we know it. Then we will be parents not too far after that. 

My ultrasound is at 2:40pm today. I think it will be hard for me to focus for most of the day until that, but I will do my very best. We are then having family over for the big reveal. This is the best Tuesday ever. 

What do you think it is????