the dying gasps of the nesting urge

between yesterday and today, every surface with which milo could potentially come in contact has been cleaned. our bedroom and bathroom, the living room, milo's room, the other bathroom, and now - at long last - the kitchen: all spotless. the car: cleaned on the inside by me and on the outside by the good fellows at bruno's hand wash. both bathrooms and the kitchen and the basement are stocked with all paper goods and cleaning products that could possible be needed for the next year. the freezer and pantry are full of quick-fix goodies. all laundry is done and done. and so am i. i am so fucking hot and sweaty and gross and pooped, if my water were to break rightthisverysecond, i would have to put off going to the hospital for an hour or so until i had time to at least shower, because if i went to the hospital as is, they would stand me outside on the sidewalk and hose me down before they'd let me in.

but i'm all done with anything work related (except for changing our sheets, which i will do when i get up tomorrow), so i can focus on getting my personal hygiene in order and generally coasting into this time tomorrow. in mere moments i will de-funk in the shower, then i'm headed out to buy strawberries for dessert, then to my mother-in-law's for dinner, where i will be fed and not allowed to lift a finger. i plan to take advantage of everyone's goodwill for me by hogging my niece all night. if anyone else thinks they will be holding her tonight, they should guess again. unless she shits herself, in which case i will forego my possession, although i will maintain my option to retrieve her once her diaper is changed.

tomorrow i will go out for breakfast, get a manicure and pedicure, finish my season one of the gilmore girls marathon - and then i'm off. my mother-in-law will be here at 1:00, and i have to be at the hospital at 2:30. if things are not too horribly backed up at the end of the hospital day, we hope to have amnio results by 5:00 or so, and then - please, please, please - i will be admitted to labor & delivery and justin will run to the hospital like his hair's on fire.

and it does seem like the scheduled events will be the schedule we follow. i've had few contractions this weekend, although yesterday i could have sworn milo's head was engaged, but today - who knows. he's been nice and fluttery all day, but there's no indication that he's going to get the ball rolling on his own today. and why should he? he's got a good gig in there, with a constant food supply and nothing to harass him. i'd make them drag me out kicking and screaming, too.