I had an appointment with my midwives yesterday. I've officially made it far enough that they are comfortable catching this babe at home and wouldn't send me off the the hospital were I to go into labor today.
Wait ... do you know what that means? Sometime in the next month and a half I'm supposed to be having a baby.
How did this happen? Wasn't I just four months pregnant a couple of weeks ago?
How come my house isn't all cleaned up? Why aren't all the baby clothes sorted and washed? Whose job was that?
Oh, right. Mine.
Guess I better get off my duff and get back to it then. Time's a wasting.
Anybody know where I put that nesting instinct?