36 weeks, 5 days.

23 days to go. Twenty-three. That's so nuts.

Today starts the weekly OB appointments. At least it should if Dr. Rafi doesn't screw me over like she's been known to do. This past weekend, I was having some major contractions (they felt different than the ones I've had before that were obvious Braxton Hicks contractions) and then Sunday afternoon I started getting a brown, mucousy discharge. (Sorry, but it's true.) I'm definitely glad I was already scheduled for an appointment this morning. John and I are betting she comes early. I'd love to still have a couple of weeks, but we're thinking we won't make it out of June. (Okay, so maybe we're hoping, but it still would be our luck.)

Dresser is FINALLY done. John finished staining it last night. Just have to clean it off and out and bring it up to the nursery. Then I can finally start putting stuff away. I did all the laundry and it's folded and waiting in a basket for it's proper place. Apparently Billy is going to be his normal self and not get the armoire up here until after the 26th. I'm going to have a nervous breakdown in the meantime, but whateverrrr. I think we're going to hit Rockville one more time this weekend so I can take something back to Buy Buy Baby (and make a last run through, of course) and get all my anal organizational/storage stuff at The Container Store. Then I'll have everything away in her room and the bathroom (did that last week) and all that'll be left to do is install the carseat (I have to wait until I stop working so I can get the girls' carseats out of there) and get all the carseat related stuff out of here, find a place in the kitchen for all the kitchen stuff, and find something to do with all the extra other stuff. Oh, and find something pretty for her walls. OH! And get the curtains up. And find a nightstand and lamp. And maybe a rug, but that may have to wait until we can afford it. And then I'll be done. Ahh, I have so much to do. Why am I still on here?

Back after my appointment, I suppose.