Unintentional Nesting + 37 Weeks, OMG!

So, hubby and I are trying to get ready for this new addition.  DH finally decided to make a few phone calls to get our house re-financed--which we've been meaning to do for two years now.  Anyway, along with a re-finance comes an Appraiser!  TO your house!  To take pictures!  Outside AND IN!  Oh...dear.

That meant that for several days there I had to be Miss Suzie Homemaker and bust a move with cleaning the house.  And I don't really mean the dusty furniture or windows.  I'm sure any appraiser doesn't care about that, really (um, I HOPE not!).  I had to pick up all the CLUTTER that five very cluttery people leave all over the house.  Ugh.

I tried doing a little bit at a time considering my "condition" and energy levels and the kids were home on winter break (yeah, try cleaning with THOSE freaks in the house!) and needed to be carted to different activities and the fact that What Not To Wear is on at noon every day.  Ahem.  But by the weekend, there was still a LOT to do.  And she was supposed to be here by 10am on Monday.  D'oh!

Well, I properly wore my body out getting stuff done in all the rooms in the house.  Kitchen, LR, Den, my bedroom, and the girls' bedroom--even some of the proposed nursery.  By Sunday afternoon, even though I'd been working all that time, it still didn't look like much got accomplished.  I planted my tired butt firmly on the couch and resolved myself to the fact that a) the boy's room (the messiest of them ALL) would never get done on time and b) my husband, who spent most of his time cleaning out the garage and yes, even part of the nursery, apparently thought I was being lazy.  I was way too exhausted and in too much pain to argue.

I tidied up most of the rest Monday morning.  The boy's room still looked well, like a BOY lived in it, but at least one could WALK into the room.  I did not have time to sweep the bedroom floors before the appraiser got here.  And oh, did you know that appraisers have to check the attic, too?  Yeah, well, no one told US, so shoving all the sheets and comforters out of the way in the linen closet which has the attic access while she was here was interesting.   

We now have a PERFECTLY UNCLUTTERED HOUSE!  And every time a kid throws his coat/boots in the middle of the floor or brushes the crumbs from their toast onto the floor, I go a bit mental on them.  Even more so than normal!  Because, darnit, I want to KEEP the house uncluttered--at least until after the baby gets here, mkay?  Work with me, children!!

I used to be such a NICE, SWEET person.  Then I turned into a Mom, and I feel like Bill Cosby's wife--that I have a permanent scowl on my face now.  Oh, I do miss the fun me!  The kids would miss her if they knew she ever existed! 

And...I also had my 37 week appointment yesterday.  I got to see my primary doctor, and all is well.  Actually, I gained almost THREE pounds, so yeah, I guess I caught up on that weight loss from a few weeks ago, eh?  (But now I'm CRAVING chocolate and CARBS and failing in my normal success of NOT going down the candy aisle at the store.)  The doc joked with me that she was just on call, so she won't be on call much the next few weeks....  And then she checked her schedule and said, "OK, I'm on call on March 16.  That would be a good day.  Go into labor on that day, OK?"  I told her I'd tell my mother to get ready.  Ha!

Well, baby was definitely NOT ready as of yesterday.  I'm still only at one centimeter and "long". Interestingly, I started noticing yesterday afternoon that my hip and back weren't hurting quite as much as normal, and I can almost walk without a hitch.

After my appointment, I went to the Baby R Store and bought the sponge insert for the baby bathtub and a blue crib sheet.  Then I realized that I also need a baby book.  I decided to wait on that expense until next week.  And I saw the cutest outfit that I'm cursing myself for not splurging on.  It's a set of summer rompers/shorts--the one shirt has a crab on it.  The other shirt has "Pinch me I'm cute" on it.  The shorts have a crab on the butt.  REALLY should go back and get that next week!  HOW did I let myself walk out of there without it?!

One of the school secretaries was chatting with me and told me that a former teacher of the boy's had her baby this morning.  When I was halfway down the hall to his cello lesson it hit me--OMG!  A leap year baby!  How cool is that!!?  It hadn't even dawned on the secretary....  Wow.  I almost want to go into labor today to share in the awesomeness.  Almost....