That feeling.

I am... Ready. My baby has dropped. All I want to do is wash, fold, count and organize everything again. I want all my pictures hung on the walls. All my decorations put up.
I am in full nesting mode and needing to pack my hospital bag. I'm not saying that I expect to go into labor before this weekend (even of I would be okay with that) but my body must know its getting close because all those strange mommy things are happening.

I will be super tired and sore. All of a sudden... I have a burst of energy for a few hours and want to make sure everything is done. Then I go back to being tired ( and of course, Ry is the opposite of me. He is never tired but I want to clean at night... While he is sleeping.) that's being a mom.

I'm ready. I have hit that calm. I get paid tonight. So tomorrow will be about picking up the last few things I need to have before she gets here ( I have a baby shower but not for another week or two... So no big things) but some shopping will make me feel a little more ready.

And with that... I say goodnight. I will wait till my cuddle bug wakes up and snuggle him. Because those moments are about to become few and far between. And I will miss this alone time with him. So I'm soaking.