Nesting, Nesting, 1-2-3!

My Days Are Numbered...Time To Start Acting Crazy!

My last doctors appointment was New Years Eve. We were surprised to be given the news that baby could actually come any day; in-fact the doctor guessed (based on my 'advanced' dilation and effacement) that I wouldn't make it two weeks before going into labor. Well, a week has gone by, and as far as I can tell she's still tucked tightly away. It's funny how hearing that from the doctor made me super anxious and excited. It's almost a catch twenty-two, because while you want to know, it's almost a tease because it could literally mean nothing. I have found myself to be more impatient and disappointed as the days go by and still no baby. My logical brain says, "come on- there's still weeks until her actual 'due date' and you want her to stay in there as long as possible!" That, and I try and remind myself that the moment she comes, everything changes- FOREVER!!! Not that this change is a bad thing, it's just going to be a lot. I guess part of my impatience is the fact that I can't wait to meet her and hold her and look at that little face. I'm also afraid to lose my excitement and become fearful. Labor & delivery, caring for a newborn, and everything in-between can be quite overwhelming and scary. Just thinking about it even somewhat in-depth makes me instantly want to forget it and get back to the excitement side of things. 
Other than playing the waiting game, 'nesting' has once again kicked in- well, somewhat. I've found myself to be quite fatigued in the past 72 hours. I've taken more naps the past few days than I have the whole pregnancy. Somehow, out of nowhere I experienced a burst of energy last night at eight o'clock and began cleaning neurotically. I wore down two magic eraser pads until they crumbled! This spree lasted four hours until I could barely move. How you clean an already decently clean house is a mystery that only the nesting mother-to-be can solve. I've been trying to keep my urges to a logical minimum today, remembering that if I do in fact, go into labor I want to have some energy and not be in a complete state of soreness from my behavior. In the mean time, we are looking forward to this weekend marking 38 weeks! Stay tuned....