I have this urge to post before I head off to work this morning, but I don't have a solid idea of what to write. Please excuse the lame post title--I have only so much to work with when I need to jet in 10 minutes.
This week I've been filled with the urge to buy everything we need for the baby, to read everything I can about labor and delivery, and to really get that nursery going.
I've had the urge to clean, to maintain the clean, and to--gasp--even do laundry.
I have a surge of motivation to hang pictures that still haven't found a home since our move, to prepare and ship birthday presents, and to actually plan dinners.
I've felt a huge urge to hurry the rest of this pregnancy along, because I'm just really, really excited to meet Mr. Babe. I want him to see Josh and me. I want to hold him and snuggle him and smell his newborn-ness and pat his perfect bum.
Okay, now I have the less pleasant urge to change out of stretchy pants and go to work.