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Packing the Hospital Bag, part 1


I didn’t know packing my hospital bag would require this much effort. Just like many other things on my ‘to-do-list’, packing my hospital bag ranks up there but I’m yet to execute it.

Today the hubby asked me if I had packed the bag and if it was ready to be put in his car boot coz he doesn’t trust that I will be able to drive any car when the contractions come. I told him I had packed ‘a little’. A little means I have packed just my hairband because I don’t want to pull off my hair during labor, so I will have to tie it in a bun. I have also packed a toothbrush and toothpaste because I don’t want my newborn to meet me while I have stinking breath. That is as far as I have gone with the packing. I did this packing two days ago.

Thing is, I know what I need to pack and I know exactly where the things are. Half of them are scattered in my wardrobe and the other half are still in the store waiting for me to buy them. I hear labor can come quite unexpectedly and at week 35, I surely need to have packed by now.

So what exactly is my problem? Chronic procrastination. I keep putting the exercise off, rationalizing that I enjoy doing things under pressure. That when I feel the contractions coming is when I will pack. Which makes me think I am quite on the non-serioius side of life because how then will I expect to get myself to the store and buy the remaining stuff in between contractions? Well, I’ll be damned if I know the answer to that.

Right now I am more preoccupied with having to go to work and when I get home in the evening, I have no energy left to pack a bag. What I do in the evening is pack myself on the couch and have a well-deserved rest.

But I think I need to set a date for this packing business. My Saturday afternoon (tomorrow) does not look very busy, so I will try and throw in a few things in the hospital bag. We will see who will win between procrastination and self-discipline.



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Maryanne W. Waweru is a Kenyan mum raising her two sons in Nairobi. A journalist, Maryanne is passionate about telling stories and hopes that through her writing, her readers learn something new, feel encouraged, inspired, and appreciative of what they have in their lives. Maryanne's writing focuses on motherhood, women and lifestyle. "Telling stories is the only thing I know how to do," she says.


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