I don't know why I feel this incredible need to plan. It's just a part of who I am. But, especially now, at Christmas, I think about it all, and realize it doesn't matter. Jesus wasn't born in a location that Mary picked out 5 months in advance. He didn't have a cute hat or a special blanket that she put on him after his birth (at least not that I know of). Who knows how long it was before he even arrived back home? I'm certain he didn't arrive home precisely 2 days after birth, to a newly painted room, a fancy crib, and cute diaper covers.
But, what can I do? I want to plan. I want things to be cute. I guess I just need to keep what's important in perspective. My baby needs parents to love him, a roof over his head, and food to eat.
That being said.....I've been getting things checked off my list! I finished the big wall in the nursery, which just about completes my decorating. I still have a few more finishing touches.
I also started packing my hospital bag. I bought this super cute toiletry bag just for the occasion. Silly, I know. I already had a toiletry bag. But this was bigger, and had more pockets, and it was pretty. I figure, the more fun I make these little things, the more exciting, rather than scary, this whole birth thing will be.
Any suggestions on what I should pack in my hospital bag? I'm sort of clueless.