After all that fretting about the bag-packing, it's finally done.
Contents list: a baby for the Biscuit to take home from the hospital, four celebrity-news-free magazines unavailable in hospital gift shops, *knitting, my comfy "old man slippers," cell phone, camera, notebook and pen, accordion file for hospital paperwork and baby book page for visitors to sign, a going-home outfit for the Fricklet, a going-home outfit (read: maternity clothes) for me, black nightgown and cardigan (postpartum uniform), toiletries bag (the good moisturizer, lip gloss, Lansinoh), and a good nursing book (but not this one, which is for reference only, in my opinion, unless you like being made to feel inferior if breastfeeding doesn't put you in an immediate state of Nirvana).
So...what am I forgetting?
The knitting drove me a bit batty for a while until I finally settled on the perfect hospital project: Mim's baby socks. I've made them so many times I've lost count, because they almost always end up given away before I can record their existence. So I started a pair of rainbow-colored ones on Addi 1's with some STR "Fire on the Mountain," thinking: "These will be the socks I'm knitting when the baby comes!" And a couple of days passed, and off they were cast.
And so I stared another pair, same yarn, on Addi 0's. And a couple of days passed, and off they were cast. (Feet up, Fricklet!)
(Gratuitous belly shot.)
So I started a pair in Lorna's Laces "Flames" on Addi O's. You know what's coming, right?
So the pair peeking out of the bag is Lorna's Laces "Happy Valley," and I decided to just put them in the bag, partway knit, and go ahead with Juliet. Because the Happy Valley sounds like a nice place to go in your mind when your tender bits are being assaulted, no?