NINE DAYS

We have NINE days or 219 hours and 34 minutes from the moment I am writing this sentence until it is time to be induced. I imagine that Brooklyn is just as anxious to come down and receive a body as we are for her to come safely. We just have to make it that much further so that everyone can be here when she is born. Thankfully she gives no indication that she is coming sooner, the braxton hicks have stopped, now there is only pressure and, well, I'll spare those who are queasy from reading the gross side of pregnancy. Needless to say it's not really comfortable or pretty, but I'm not being required to do anything strenuous, or even tedious--unless you count waiting, which I do. I don't even do the dishes. I just make a mess in the kitchen and it gets cleaned up behind me (:D thanks to my angel mother-in-law). It's been a nice, relaxing couple of days. I even read a full book! We don't want to take any chances that I am going to overdo it and go into labor.
Bentley is oblivious, as always. It makes me frown when I think that I will have to be away from him for even a day. He is so dependent on his mom. He likes to wake up and see me and go to sleep seeing me and play with me and read with me--but I have full confidence in his caretakers so that comforts me.
Last night I started packing a bag for the hospital. You know, clothes, underwear, socks, etc... It was then that I ran into my first dilemma. I want to take too many blankets! I have all these gorgeous blankets to wrap Brooklyn in and they just take up too much room! Jake laughed at me, he told me just to bring them all! "Leave them in the car" he says. I know he's right, it's not really the most important thing in the world but I just want everything to be perfect. I don't want to forget something or make someone run out to the car or anything. I will just have to pack the whole house.