The Countdown....

Today is the day that marks my arrival into the 34th week. I'm 34 weeks and 1 day. The funny thing is, it's unbelievably unnerving and unreal to me at this point. I have this belly in front of me that isnt as giant as I imagined, and yet not so small. There is movement in my belly that makes me laugh sometimes because I can't tell if my child is telling me "Hey, Mom, get your arm off me I don't like it." or if he's pushing on my because he's saying, "Hey... I think I love you already." or if he's just plain wiggling and doesn't know I'm here at all.
He doesn't move for my husband. Period. He's all mine for now, which I think bothers my sweet husband. (Who, by the way, is over the moon excited about this bundle to get here.)
And I feel like I am totally unprepared. I have no idea what the heck I'm going to be doing. Nice eh? Lord have mercy... I have so much to do. Clean the room, clean and fold his clothes, make the crib/dresser, make the bed. Pack the bag for the hospital. Make sure the animals are taken care of. Get bras. The list goes on and on. And unfortunately (and yet fortunately) I am out of school so I can do it all.
The countdown begins...