The finish line is now in sight - we've got the date for our elective c section and you'd think that knowing our baby will be here in 16 days regardless of whether we're ready or not would give me a kick up the backside to get everything sorted and in place.
Well, no, it hasn't.
Our first baby turned one just over a week ago, and I'm really struggling to make it through the day without looking and feeling like a cranky, irritable zombie.
I'm usually beyond houseproud and have every room looking spotless on an almost day-to-day basis, but as I type this, there are remnants of crackers and kale chips all over the lounge rug from my son's lunch that I just cannot be bothered to deal with right now and a pile of laundry in the bathroom that's screaming at me to be washed.
Why am I not nesting!?!?!
I still need to finish packing a hospital bag for both myself and the baby, arrange childcare for our son whilst we're in the hospital, I've got to rearrange bits and pieces in the nursery and completely gut the wardrobe to make space for two babies worth of clothes.
Argghhhh. I'm normally very organised so I don't know why I've turned in to a sloth all of a sudden, when everyone else in their final weeks seem to be nesting like crazy 😩🤷🏻♀️
Here's to hoping the little bub stays in until our c section date as doesn't decide to arrive sooner because I have no oomph for anything 😴😴😴