So mostly these days I'm just trying to stay sane. I can literaly feel my body gearing up for labor, and I'm getting soooooo impatient. At the same time, I'm feeling soooooo rushed. I remember from Anjali, I know that once this new baby's here, I'm not going to want to/feel like doing anything else but rocking and cuddling and sleeping. So I feel like I'm preparing for the end of the world or something, frantically trying to get everything done, alternating between wanting more time and just wanting this to be over. And, of course, the frustration of not knowing exactly when it'll be over.
But a more pressing deadline is hovering on the horizon: the in-laws are coming for Thanksgiving. So, if nothing else, I've got to get things in order here before next week, regardless of when this one shows up on the scene.
And the biggest frustration? Poor Faiyaz is slaving away at work, and while I really appreciate his hard work and dedication, he's got a huge mess in the office and another on the dining table that only he can clean up. And it's driving me crazy! So I might lock him in the office this weekend, just till he gets it clean. That's where we're putting my mother-in-law to sleep, so it really has to get done.
And on top of all that, I'm trying to work on a quilt for Anjali and a hat for the new baby. I am insane.
