Yikes. We’re “full-term.” While I don’t think he’ll be coming today or tomorrow, its a frightening thing to realize that he could come right now. I’ve been looking forward to his birth ever since I got pregnant (well, not the labor part, but the being-done-with-being-pregnant-part). Now, labor, birth, and having a newborn all loom before me with overwhelming closeness. At this stage in pregnancy with Coco I was putting the finishing touches on a perfect little nursery, finalizing school projects, and going on lots of dates with Matt. I remember waking up in the middle of the night with these absurd urges to organize my spice jars, or to deep-clean the toaster. I laugh at that former self. Now, I go to bed utterly exhausted and wake up with with what seems to be an endless list of to-dos–none of them absurd. Nope, at this point, everything is imminent and essential. We’re getting closer to sanity, but I have to say: this move was a doozy.