It was pretty much an ideal situation, when I look back.
(The circumstances, not the marathon pushing.)
However, today, when I was unshowered and on Mama Duty all day with a needy Cub who had spent the night puking, I realized that this time around, my going into labor might not be as "ideal". I honestly thought, "What if my water were to break right now??" My bags aren't packed. My closet is a disaster. My baby is sick. My husband was at work.
Needless to say, it vaulted me into the realization that I had better get my rear in gear for Naomi's arrival. Not that I think it will happen soon, but who's to say that when it does happen, Cub won't be sick again? Or my husband won't be gone? So, tonight I started packing my hospital bag. That way, in case it does happen amidst unforeseen chaos, I can simply say, "Grab the red bag by the door!" instead of relying on some poor soul to paw through my pajama drawer.
Also. Vomit makes me cringe. I spent the last 45 minutes detailing our car. Eeeeeeeek.
That's all. :)
Have a lovely day, friends.