We went to tour the hospital on Sunday just to make sure we knew where we were going. We walked in the main entrance and told the front desk that we'd like to tour the labor and delivery area. I am obviously pregnant, so she had a visual clue as to what we were talking about as well.
"Oh, okay. Um, I think it might be down that hallway. Check there."
We ventured down a long hallway and ended up in a conference room where a birth class was being set up. I told the lady in there that we are looking for labor and delivery. After a concerned look from her, and me affirming that I wasn't actually in labor at that moment, she sent us back down the hallway and told us to go to the second floor.
(Next time, I'll just tell them I'm in labor and hopefully we'll be sent to the right place the first time around.)
We made it to the second floor and a kind nurse eagerly showed us where to check in and what a delivery room looks like. We now have a visual and a game plan which makes us both feel much better.
Since my doctor's appointment last week, one of my biggest fears is going into labor with a really dirty house. For some reason, it panics me to think I would leave the house with a sink full of dirty dishes and a bathroom littered with towels and laundry. So, naturally, I've become a bit obsessed with making sure the house is clean at any given moment: the dishes are out of the sink, the counters and tabletops are cleared, and my laundry is put away.
Needless to say, the last few days have been more productive than the last nine months. The list is checked off, the house is mostly clean and my bag is packed.
We're ready for this baby.