Anxious little me.

How many of you remember this book?  It's an oldie, but a goodie.  Oh Grover, always so nervous for the end of the book, only to find that in the end, it's just his lovable, cuddly old self that's been giving him ulcers.  I freaking loved this book (and turns out so did Dave---total soul mates--I just know he'd love The Time Traveler's Wife if he'd give it a chance!).  But, I bring this book up now because lately, I can  relate. 

Each week, I get a little closer to having a little one--and while the excitement is always there, I am finding that my anxiety is building as time winds down.  I mean, would you look at the pregnancy ticker to your right...less than 100 days to go!  Our to do list is beyond long.  I really need to get this place super organized.  We need to sell furniture, paint furniture, paint closets and rooms, assemble furniture, etc.  And then there's the yard that needs ship-shaping after having it ransacked by puppies for the past half year.  Even more than all that (oh yes, there is always more), I really need to wrap my head around the complete life change coming my way.  So I'm trying to enjoy our carefree nights together, our long dinners with friends, and being able to just get up and go.  Ah, my last days of selfishness.  Oh and PLUS, there all those thoughts about motherhood--breastfeeding, sleep schedules, play time, etc.  You see why I'm anxious?  I think I need to go lay down....

But at least I have Grover for some guidance ("Everything I need to Know I learned from Sesame Street")...there is nothing to be afraid of, just stressball me.  Things will be ok.  Things will come naturally...all in due time.