I'm supposed to be doing homework. We haven't even had the class yet, but there's reading and a quiz to study for. Not fun, but what can you expect when it's a masters class that is only 8 weeks long? I've always procrastinated, even in elementary school, and I come from a line of procrastinators. Grandma once told me stories about Mom writing papers the morning they were due and going to school late because of it. And then she told me how she, my little 80-something grandmother, once waited too long to read a book for a book report so she just fixed up one from the year before and turned it in. She said she got a better grade on it the second time around.
Anyhow, I've been doing other things today, like making lists. People to contact when labor starts, when the baby is actually born, and to contact at some later point. Things we need to get for this baby - diapers, new onesies, a baby book, bottles, among other things. I think there's another list I was going to make but my pregnancy-muddled brain can't remember it right now. Oh right, what to pack for the hospital...Enh, that can wait until later.
