Well, not quite yet, exactly.
Last week I had my 35 week appointment and as it turns out I have started dilating. The doctor decided that between that and my weight gain (4 lbs in one week - I'm swollen, lay off me) he was going to put me on the monitor to check the baby. Baby was "fabulous", as the nurse put it, but she also informed me that I was having contractions. Huh, I wasn't feeling those. She predicted it would be about a week longer and then...baby time.
This news sent me into a bit of a panic. Not because the baby would be early, we're good there (J was born at 37 weeks), but because of the amount of stuff I have left on my to-do list. There's bottles to sterilize, and a trip to Target, a house to clean, a pack and play to set up, a cabinet to re-organize, car seats that need installing...the list goes on. My next thought was "If I do all this I'll end up in labor!" You see, with J when that nesting urge hit I was put on bedrest. So I spent 3 weeks on my couch looking around the house at all of the things I needed to do. The minute I was allowed off bedrest I was like a maniac getting everything done and boom, a week later he arrived into the world. So I'm trying to prioritize the most important things (cleaning the house, Target for those last few baby must haves, like a changing pad) and I'm trying to let go of the less important items that my husband can do while I'm at the hospital (car seats, pack and play). We'll get there, and if I end up not sterilizing a bottle until the baby actually need ones, no one is going to die.
