38 weeks exactly today. We were supposed to have my son’s Santa pictures this morning, followed by installing infant car seat base and FINALLY packing our hospital bag, and lastly we were going to put up our Christmas tree. Instead, my husband ran his eye into a stick yesterday and took a chunk out of his cornea. We spent part of the day and then the evening at the hospital. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I started having contractions some time around noon yesterday that still haven’t stopped but have gotten only marginally more intense and still have no real pattern to them. And this morning, my son wakes up all snotty and sneezy with a fever. So let’s hope it’s not the flu. 🙄🤦🏻‍♀️🤬 Needless to say, nothing is getting done.