Nesting

I don't think it's fair to call what women who are very pregnant do as "nesting". Some what because most of the time I hear it in a very accusatory fashion "oh here you go nesting", rather than "thank you for picking up after me". But the other part of me is like so many women and the entire house runs because I am either pushing it or dragging it. So while to the outside it looks like I am frantically getting the house ready for a new baby from the inside it should be taken as I am getting ready to not be here for 2-6 days while we are in the hospital.

It's become increasingly more comical to watch me take care of the house what with the waddling and the slow moment. Two days ago I was replacing a sprinkler head and had the hole all dug out when Austin came around the corner with a shovel full of dirt and threw it in the hole, obviously trying to help. So I told her that we couldn't do that part yet and proceeded to spend the next 5 minutes digging back out the hole and clearing the muddy sprinkler line. You know what happens next to a very pregnant lady with giant feet and ankles...when I go to stand up to get the replacement part my elephantiasis takes over and kicks all of that said dirt back into the hole. :-( All I could do was laugh since I was now forced to sit back down and dig it back out. I spend a lot of everyday wheezing from coming up and down the stairs or standing still with one eye closed while my hip pops back in place. I had a crazy lady at Wal-Mart tell me last month that I was sure to deliver AT LEAST two weeks in advance because I was so huge...with my due date tomorrow I wish I could see that crazy old bat and let her know that her Yoda skills are far from superior.