When labor comes ...

My mom laughs and probably cries at the disorder in my life sometimes. I don't see my life as disorganized, but my mom's is perfectly timed and placed together. Everything as a routine. When she asks me what time Quinn eats lunch, and I say, "Whenever" I can see her holding back. When I feed Quinn trail mix filled with choking hazards in the car, I can see her holding back with much less success. But we talk openly about our differences, and the older I get, it is just becoming funny to both of us.

Anyway, I guarantee you by this stage in her pregnancies she had a plan. Where will the children go? Who do I call when I go into labor? Where are all the instructions that have been carefully written out for each sitter about each child? What is the fastest route to the hospital?

She was also probably packed for the hospital and have a week of meals in the freezer, reading material to pass the time in her purse, plastic sheets on the bed, breathing patterns memorized.

Also, the baby's room was perfectly ready. The clothes were all washed and put away (twice), and she had gifts and love notes ready for the kids she was leaving behind while she was at the hospital.

Now some of these things are guesses, but most of them are facts.

I, on the other hand, have no idea what I am doing. I think there is a hospital co-pay, but I am not sure. And if there is, I should probably be saving. The house where I was going to drop Quinn in an "It's time" moment is no longer an option. I don't want to be induced, so my mom can't for sure be here when it hits the fan. My other favorite friends for watching Quinn are either invited to the birth, have too many of their own children, or would not be cool with a half potty trained angel in their houses. Other people are great friends, but not "1 a.m. and It's time friends." Tricky.

Oh, the nanny!!! I just remembered the nanny. I love her. She'll help, but I guess she can't do everything for me. And she lives in Orem, so she is not an option for 50 percent of the moments this could happen.

I don't have instructions written out. This is mostly because since potty training, Quinn changes everyday, and I don't know what to tell people. I guess I could get the pack N play in the car and write out some sleeping instructions. I could write out cell phone numbers and addresses for my mom for when she gets here. I could put the Boppy in the car. I could put a blanket under my bum when I sleep. (Quinn and I could be twins!)

I also could work on the To-do list:
Start and finish painting the dresser for Quinn's new room.
Get a closet installed in Quinn's new room, so McKenna's clothes can take their right full spot.
Ask the IRS nicely to give us our 2008 money so we can actually get the new window's installed.
Sweep the house.
Scrub the tubs.
Dust my wedding album (It bothers me everyday, but I never so anything about it.)

But if you notice most of the stuff on my list is really hard or at least slightly hard physical labor. I am saving all my labor for the labor that counts, and I can't make Tim do it because he is so busy and so amazing doing all kinds of other things for me and for us.

So, I will have to settle for not as organized as my other. I am dilated to a 3 with less than 3 weeks to go, and I guess I am just fine with how things are or else I would really put my butt in gear. But just for kicks, I'll call my mom tomorrow. She has a way of making things seem doable.

Also, anyone who can be on the 911 list in case this baby starts coming when Tim is as work an hour away, and my mom is still 5 or 6 hours away by plane, let me know. I need help.