Today started like any other day. Totally fine. I was feeling pretty good about the fact that it was already Wednesday. So I got up and get ready, headed out the door for work at just the right time. If I had left a minute later, I would have been late to work.
And then after the staff meeting, the freak-out started. I won't go into the nitty gritty of the freak out and what caused it, but let's just say it may have centered around the baby and all the stuff we still don't have for the baby and the fact that none of that stuff is cheap.
Phil's undergraduate degree is in Chemistry. I'm wondering why it couldn't have been in alchemy. Seriously. Where's a Sorcerer's Stone when you need one? (No? Harry Potter reference anyone?)
Then the freak out morphed into all of the things we need to do before the baby is born. Like the fact that I am making the baby's baby. Or perhaps that the nursery is still holding all of our extra crap we haven't gotten around to throwing/giving away/selling. Plus we need to paint it and put the furniture together and blah blah blah. The list goes on and on.
Pretty much the only thing we are up to date on is the actual growing a baby part and the birthing class. And I suppose those are the important things anyway.
Phil did the best he could to calm me down via text messages and gchat. But really nothing can really calm me down when there is a big To-Do list except actually crossing things off the list. Couple that with the fact that Phil's PhD project needs to be his number 1 priority (after the health of his family, of course) and I kind of feel like I need to be doing EVERYTHING.
Insert third freak out.
Then my baby kicked me and rolled around. I realized that these are good problems to have. At least I'm not worried about having cancer at the moment. :) And that's when the freak-outs ended.