See that little ticker over there to the right?

The one with the baby floating around in the little bubble? The one with the NUMBER OF DAYS TO GO UNTIL I HAVE MY C-SECTION?

Can I just tell you? I am starting to FREAK OUT A LITTLE BIT???

We spent yesterday cleaning out my closet - organizing clothes, purging things, rearranging. Bruce got the big storage bins down and we sorted our winter / summer wardrobes and put BAGS of stuff in my car to go to goodwill and to the maternity "stash" that we keep at a friend's house for expectant mamas. So, task one: {the closet} can be checked off the list. (That is, until Abby decides she wants to play dress up in there, then it gets all messed up again and I have to start ALL OVER.) This was the most pressing chore because the baby's bassinet will go in there for a while. (Please don't call Child Protective Services - It's a pretty big closet :smile.) I have a friend who is going to loan me a changing table and a rocking chair for our bedroom. (We're still using the changing table in Nathan's room and I have a big comfy chair in there that we still use for bedtimes with him.)

My bathroom cabinets, kitchen cabinets, work area upstairs and closet upstairs are in serious need of organization. The windows in my dining room look like someone smeared mud on them. Exactly *why* it is that I feel like I can not bring a baby home to a house with dirty windows and unorganized bathroom cabinets, I can't quite say, but all I know is that I NEED TO HAVE THOSE THINGS DONE BEFORE I FEEL OK HAVING THIS BABY! :lol

Also - Baby clothes: I have 3 bags of clothes for a baby boy but, um, I don't know if I am having a baby boy or girl! I need to find some things to take to the hospital. I need to pack MY hospital bag. Ugh, I need a to do list.

I feel like this go 'round I am so unprepared. Probably because I just have so little energy to actually DO things to GET prepared. Lots of people have offered to come over and help me but I've said "no, I'm fine, thanks!" - Be warned, offerers of help, I may start taking you up on it. Or I may just call you begging.

(I guess this is what they call "nesting", huh?)