When at the end of my pregnancy with our son I told my husband as we were packing our "get up and go bags" that he should bring some snacks. I didn't want him to miss the birth of our first born due to his empty belly! Plus I didn't want greasy hospital food in my room as our son came into the world! So off to walmart we went. While in walmart a glace at our cart and caused a twinge of DKA. It looked like a vending machine had thrown up in our cart. I think David was mistaken, yes it can take a while for a first baby, but I highly doubt I will be in labor for a month. I had one rule as he was cruising down the dangerous snack cake aisle. NO STARCRUNCH. I am not a little Debbie enthusiast, except when it comes to starcrunch. One look at that starry box with the picture of the beautiful chocolaty, chewy whateverness, and rice crispiness and I would be hooked! Especially in the hormonal rage of the 3rd trimester.
So when the time came and we checked into the hospital, we needed a bell boy. We were loaded down with a bag for mommy, a pillow for Mommy, a bag for Daddy, a pillow for Daddy (my man has to have HIS pillow, a bag for baby, and a very large tote bag filled with you guessed it Debbie! David did excellent!!!! For 20 hours he did not leave the room and he stood by me with ice chips in one hand and an oatmeal cream pie in the other!!!!!!
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