It felt like a really bad menstrual cramp with backache, and a heat flash rose from my belly to my neck and face. I figured Braxton-Hicks had finally decided to exercise its control of my uterus. Except it hurt! Whenever I read about or heard about these little practice contractions, they are described as "uncomfortable". Oy. This was pretty painful and I thought "there's no way I'm getting through tougher than this without some kind of medication to help!"
And then the fear set in. Ohmygoodness, I only have 5 more weeks (give or take). There's so much more I want to get done! We haven't even visited the hospital yet! Or taken classes! I haven't finished my labor books. I need to get more squared away with my business! My HOUSE IS DIRTY!!
And then I went back to sleep and woke up this morning more or less oblivious to the angst of the mid-night crisis. The only evidence now is a list of things to do. A very random list written at 3am covering things I want to get done in the next 5 weeks (give or take).
- Finish reading baby books
- Clean the house
- Buy a Moby
- Narrow down the name list
- Go to the movies one more time
- Weed whack the yard
- Organize the pantry
- Mop the kitchen floor
- Organize kitchen cabinets
- Wash the walls
- Clean the blinds
Wash the walls? Seriously? Who am I? So, I'd love to hang out, but it seems that I have a panic list to accomplish. Is this what they call nesting?