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Jessica Tomes is a wife and mommy to three precious (but rambunctious) little girls. She has a degree in broadcast journalism from Texas Christian University, and a nerd-like love for political science. She is passionate about writing, marketing, social media management, and this wonderfully beautiful mess we call parenthood. She happily lives in beautiful Houston, Texas, and also sells real estate!
By the time you reach the final trimester of your pregnancy, most women are in full nesting mode. (And more than ready to meet that sweet baby! From a purely physical exhaustion standpoint, of course.) I would know. This was me with all three of my pregnancies. However, the aforementioned exhaustion didn’t stop me from making a “Before Baby To-Do List” approximately 10 miles long. I wanted everything to be perfect — as if it would ever be that way again. Are you picking up on my sarcasm? 😉
Clearly, I was out of my ever-loving, pregnant mind. I see that now. But in that particular moment in time, it made all the sense in the world. And then some. You feel me? I’m not going to say that we pregnant mamas are crazy. I know better than that. But oh, the hormones. It’s like a whole new level of (nonsensical) obsessive compulsive behavior. And whoa to anyone who tries to stand in our way. Here are a few items that made my own “Before Baby To-Do List.” It’s okay; you can laugh. Trust me, I’m right there with ya.
- The house must be spotless. Dust EVERYTHING. Including the baseboards. That’s right, scrub all the baseboards (in our 4,000 plus square foot house). Because obviously baby CANNOT come home to even a speck of dust. Obviously.
- Wash and iron all of the baby’s clothes, bedding, blankets, burp cloths, and toys. The nursery should be immaculate. It should look like a magazine, dammit.
- Cook and then freeze no less than three months worth of family-friendly, five-star meals. (I know. It makes no sense.)
- Reorganize every closet in the house. Drawers and cabinets aren’t off-limits. Again with the scrubbing and the dusting. What if baby happens to pull open a filthy kitchen drawer? Clearly I would be mortified.
- Paint the dining room. Paint the downstairs powder room. Hell, why don’t we just repaint the entire house? That seems doable.
- Bake several batches of lactation cookies and freeze them.
- Finish the two older children’s baby books. (Seriously, who do I think I am?)
- Devise a workout plan for losing all the baby weight.
- Learn to speak French. (Yes, I actually wrote that down.)
- Get a spray tan.
- Go get my nails done.
- Get everything waxed.
- Host a garage sale.
- Schedule newborn photos, and pick out a birth announcement. No need to wait and see what the photos look like. Better to be prepared. (Kidding!)
- Pack my bags for the hospital.
- Wash and sanitize everything (baby bottles, pacifiers, pump parts) in preparation for baby’s arrival. It should be neatly organized (and easy to access).
- Install baby’s car seat. (Funny story: we actually made the mistake of waiting until the day I was discharged from the hospital to do so. We couldn’t quite figure out how to install the preschooler’s convertible carseat in the third row of our new SUV. So we had to make a quick detour to our local fire station on our way home. No biggie. Thankfully the preschooler and the toddler were at a friend’s house at the time.)
- Organize and print every photo I have ever taken. This includes real cameras and iPhones. Yeah, that’s a lot of photos. Okay, maybe by the time all three kids graduate. From college.
- Buy #allthecutebabyclothes. All of them. But don’t tell my husband!
- Also, stock up on wine. Wine is a necessity. And we are never leaving the house again.
- Plan a special, celebratory dinner for “just the four of us” before everything changes — I mean, we become a family of five. This one was important to me. (And we actually made it happen!)
See? I told you. Utterly ridiculous — I am not Super Woman. Not even close. (But for a couple weeks there I apparently thought I was; I was wrong.) I didn’t get around to about 75% of the tasks on this list. But I at least completed the big stuff. Oh well. I guess I will wear my “slacker mom” badge with pride. My kids still like me, dusty baseboards and all. So I must be doing something right. Fingers crossed anyway. 😉