I'd rather plan the invasion

Today was a rainy, low-key day. I spent pretty much the entire day procrastinating on getting things together to go away for the weekend with the kid. In case you didn't know, procrastination is step one in any trip that involves packing.

Lollygagging is my specialty 

Normally (pre-kid) my procrastination never meant anything other than throwing some stuff in a bag at 10pm the night before leaving and forgetting my toothbrush. However, traveling with a small kid requires a level of logistics that has to be similar to planning to invade a small country. Sure, you might be going to stay at someone's house in a populated area that probably has 24 hour stores, but you still pack like you're going to camp in the wilderness. Kids are freaking messy, so then you find yourself thinking, "Maybe I'll just bring ALL THE THINGS!" and before you know it, your husband is looking at the kid's suitcase in a mixture of silent awe and disgust.

Mommy, do I really need my winter coat AND my swim suit?

My day tomorrow doesn't just involve a 3 hour car trip with on and off again morning sickness and antsy toddler, it starts off with a doctor's appointment. It's just a routine prenatal check up, but it's also the first time that I've seen the doctor who delivered Faith since you know, she delivered Faith. It probably won't come up, but I feel like the conversation is going to be like "How have things been? The last time I saw you was when you were ripping me asunder with a giant pair of metal salad tongs and then spent almost 45 minutes putting me back together and the sight of you gives me flashbacks, but other than that, everything is cool."

Just hum the theme to Jaws and you're basically in my mind. 

I have my "favorite" doctor at the practice, but Faith took so long to come out that his shift ended and that's why I had this other doctor deliver her. It did teach me one thing: consider the brute strength of your OB when shopping around. Before we moved here, my doctor was a tiny, petite thing about the size of Martina McBride and when Faith needed a good tug to get out in a hurry, I was pretty glad my doctor was a 6 foot tall broad shouldered woman. Man, I should be like an ambassador for getting people excited about having babies. I bet you're all catching some baby fever about now.

As a palate cleanser, let's look at funny pictures of how my dog is getting a goatee.

Why are you bringing me into this?

It's my soooooooul patch

Despite my pseudo-PTSD about seeing that doctor again, tomorrow will be cool because it will be the first time I'll hear the new spawn's heartbeat. Normally my husband would be there too, but Faith is terrified of anyone who looks like a doctor or a nurse, so it's easier to just keep her at home than try to keep her from falling apart for the appointment. She came the last time and her lower lip was actually trembling every time the nurse made the mistake of looking directly at her. It was pretty pathetic and heart breaking.

I'd rather stay home and read books with Daddy!

Also, there is a 5 Guys on the way for our trip to the in-law's new house. If that doesn't make any day better, I don't know what does. Hopefully if I can get the kid to stuff herself on fries and burger, then she'll pass out in the car and won't wake up until we get there. It's a good thing that's written because there is no way I could say that with a straight face. My kid doesn't sleep in a car, that's crazy talk.

Are you an organized packer like my husband who has a system and never forgets anything, or are you more like me in always forgetting at least one thing?