My husband is cleaning the guest room and loading the dishwasher. He also brought home dinner and put the kids to bed. Tomorrow my mother arrives and has promised to mop my floors and do my laundry while I make one final appearance at the Y for the girls’ sports and ballet classes. Then she’s keeping the kiddos while Bryan takes me out for the last childless date we’ll have for a long, long time.
The carseat is in, the diapers are washed, the new La-Z-Boy is primed and ready. All I have to do is throw my Filofaxes in the bag and we are ready to have a baby!