I'm another last minute Larry. I'll do my hospital bag once I'm on mat leave (in Dec). I've started chucking things into my moving house box labelled 'baby/preggo stuff', like a sample of Bepanthen I got off the interwebz somewhere, the mini Sudocrem pot out of the Bounty pack, and a few nappies from various freebies (prob not newborn sized, come to think of it...).
I have a list, but it's not as epic as blue's list. It is more focused on me
, so includes magazines, books, snacks, ipad (when I get one), and then has 'baby stuff' as a single line entry. What? 
Bloody awful at work today - frantically busy, and the lovely volunteer, who applied for my maternity cover (and should get it) hasn't been shortlisted for interview. She's trying to be brave, but I feel for her, poor lamb. Also got STUPID BLOODY TV RESEARCHERS on my arse saying 'well, I need this picture for the edit today' (they licence archive images from us for tv/film) and getting v snotty when I say 'well, tough, you should have given me more notice'. Bloody dippy MEEJA airheads, the lot of them (no offence to non-dippy researchers, the ones I am dealing with are all blonde, stupid, vacuous and pushy. EURGH).
Yoga tonight. Much needed, I feel.