Well, I know there are only 12 days until the most unreliable "due date," but I am pretty certain that I am going to be pregnant forever, and that the past 39 weeks will not, in fact, result in a much anticipated addition to our family. Utterly ridiculous? Why of course. I keep telling people that I am not sure if my insomnia and psychosis is due to my "pregnancy symptoms" or just my irrational fears that breed as each uneventful day passes. I'm sure it is a lethal combination of both.
On a more positive note, I feel that I have just about done all that I can feasibly accomplish, including (but not limited to): preparing the nursery (including organizing, arranging, and decorating), preparing sub plans for an unspecified amount of time, catching up (as much as possible) with my grad classes, organizing random articles around the house (i.e. cleaning supplies?), preparing and freezing food that I will probably forget about, creating lists every time I get stressed, only to lose those lists and effectively have to re-create them. Progress? Yes, I think so. All of these things seem to fit under that vague term "nesting," and as often as I read that it is a sign of impending labor, I think it is more a desperate attempt at distracting oneself from the unbearable fact that life will be forever changed...but you just don't know when.
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