18 days and counting

We have got 18 days and counting. That is if we make it. I had my weekly check up today. She did a pelvic exam and she said I was 1 cm and she could feel the babys head. And by the look on her face, and the fact that she said so, I may not make it until the 20th. Wouldn't that be grand?!

I didn't gain any weight, didn't lose any either. So, that's good. Sugars are good and all that other jazz was good. She said no sex, unless I wanted a baby! Well, duh! She ain't staying in there forever, that's for sure. I plan on kicking her out eventually.

So, now if I can talk Allie into coming on a little sooner, things would be better. As much as I hate knowing this is my last pregnancy, I am so eager to get her here and have my body back. When I feel myself getting sad that she is the last, I just think of other things. I make myself get up and get busy.

My nesting hasn't stopped yet. I scrubbed the bathroom yesterday. I hate those shower doors. But, I got them clean. I feel the need to get in there now and clean out the closet and under the sink. I also have the bar in the kitchen that needs a good once over. Does this ever end? Will I ever get this house as clean as my psycho 2nd personality needs it to be? I sure hope so. Or I'll hurt myself trying!