After two weeks of "nesting" (read: "frenzied preparation panic"), the relentless to-do list shrunk substantially. The fully geared-up crib, dresser, and diaper bag collect dust. The birth center bags clutter up corners of the apartment. Anxiety about sudden early labor wanes; anticipation about actual labor and motherhood fill in the gap.
No complaints about a little extra time ... yet. Each day my belly tightens more, and Ramlet kicks at my right ribcage to remind me he's coming. Later I'll work on some other project, but for now I'll rest with my swollen feet propped up and sipping some organic pregnancy tea.
Thanks for the nail polish suggestions--I went with the first vote of Chop-Sticking to My Story!
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