Nesting instincts

This morning Noah woke me up at 5:30, grinding on my cervix and kicking with glee. Whee.

I actually had energy so I got up and did laundry - ours, and the car seat cover and the stroller cover; set up the co-sleeper; finished up the nursery except what Carl has to do (hang a picture and move the crib mattress up to newborn level); cleaned the kitchen; took out the trash; and tidied miscellaneous things.

It's now 10:45. I love days like this. Although there is more to be done, I'm going to spend the rest of my physical energy (unless this sunburst of it continues and I have some left) with a trip to the mall to get my eyebrows etc waxed and some nail polish for my toes and a couple miscellaneous items. And lunch.

I do realize this could be the nesting energy before labour, hence the waxing and nail polish. Have to make the most of this time while it exists, plus I am *really* hoping for some actual pictures this time that don't involve tubes and stuff. And in those I looked like shit but - you know, that was okay, given the circumstances. It's just my vanity at work right now and as I say - why not? I'm hopefully going to be covered in spitup for the next year anyway, and mashed things after that.

(TMI) Something is changing, deep in my body. I'm at the stage where with Emily I kept thinking "is this the mucus plug?" when no, it wasn't, but it was a thicker kind of stuff coming out (aren't you glad for these details) that probably does signal some kind of cervical change moving towards starting to lose the plug and efface and all that. Mind you, with Emily, this was a good 4 weeks before anything spectacular happened, if I remember right. Still, it's a sign: onwards, onwards we go.

So my bag is mostly packed and so's Noah's! And although the car seat cover is drying, at least it's pristinely clean. People could be dispatched to bring it.